History Doesn't Pass The Dishes Again.

Love Is The Infinite Placed Within The Reach Of Poodles. I Have My Dignity!

Not Much Music Left Inside Us For Life To Dance To. Our Youth Has Gone To The Ends Of The Earth To Die In The Silence Of The Truth. And Where, I Ask You, Can A Man Escape To, When He Hasn't Enough Madness Left Inside Him? The Truth Is An Endless Death Agony. The Truth Is Death. You Have To Choose: Death Or Lies. I've Never Been Able To Kill Myself.

Reason Died In 1914, November 1914 ... After That Everybody Began To Rave.

The Foreground In A Picture Is Always Unattractive... Art Demands That The Interest Of The Canvas Should Be Placed In The Far Distance, Where Lies Take Refuge, Those Dreams Which Blossom Out Of Fact And Are Man's Only Love.

Most People Die At The Last Minute; Others Twenty Years Beforehand, Some Even Earlier. They Are The Wretched Of The Earth.