I Know Not What Tomorrow Will Bring.

The Essence Of What I Desire Is Simply This: To Sleep Away Life.

I Want To Be A Work Of Art, At Least In My Soul, Since I Can’t Be One In My Body.

The Inventor Of The Mirror Poisoned The Human Heart.

I Don't Believe In The Landscape.

The World Belongs To Who Doesn't Feel. The Primary Condition To Be A Practical Man Is The Absence Of Sensitivity.