He Who Leaves The Game Wins It.

Wrinkles And Ill-nature Together Made A Woman Hideous.

Be My Brother Or I Will Kill You.

Satire Is The Disease Of Art.

Love Is The Exchange Of Two Fantasies And The Contact Of Two Skins.

Life Is A Malady In Which Sleep Soothes Us Every Sixteen Hours; It Is A Palliation; Death Is The Remedy.