Art And Revolt Will Die Only With

If Those Whom We Begin To Love Could Know Us As We Were Before Meeting Them They Could Perceive What They Have Made Of Us.

You Know Very Well That I No Longer Think. I Am Far Too Intelligent For That.

Happiness Is Generous. It Does Not Subsist On Destruction.

Murder Is Terribly Exhausting.

Truth, Like Light, Is Blinding. Lies, On The Other Hand, Are A Beautiful Dusk, Which Enhances The Value Of Each Object.