Democracy: A Festival Of Mediocrity.

A Sensation Must Have Fallen Very Low To Deign To Turn Into An Idea.

Nostalgia, More Than Anything, Gives Us The Shudder Of Our Own Imperfection. This Is Why With Chopin We Feel So Little Like Gods.

Humanity Adores Only Those Who Cause It To Perish.

Our Works, Whatever They May Be, Derive From Our Incapacity To Kill Or To Kill Ourselves.

What A Pity That 'nothingness' Has Been Devalued By An Abuse Of It Made By Philosophers Unworthy Of It!