I Have Coveted Everything And Taken Pleasure

We Breathe, Sleep, Drink, Eat, Work And Then Die! The End Of Life Is Death. What Do You Long For? Love? A Few Kisses And You Will Be Powerless. Money? What For? To Gratify Your Desires. Glory? What Coems After It All? Death! Death Alone Is Certain.

Our Memory Is A More Perfect World Than The Universe: It Gives Back Life To Those Who No Longer Exist.

You'll Find That My Coquetry Is Quite Impartial, Which Allows Me To Keep My Friends.

...a Strange Art – Music – The Most Poetic And Precise Of All The Arts, Vague As A Dream And Precise As Algebra.

I Have Coveted Everything And Taken Pleasure In Nothing