It Is Always Sad To Leave A

As You Get Older, The Heart Shed Its Leaves Like A Tree. You Cannot Hold Out Against Certain Winds. Each Day Tears Away A Few More Leaves; And Then There Are The Storms That Break Off Several Branches At One Go. And While Nature’s Greenery Grows Back Again In The Spring, That Of The Heart Never Grows Back.

There Is No Truth. There Is Only Perception.

The Whole Dream Of Democracy Is To Raise The Proletarian To The Level Of Stupidity Attained By The Bourgeois.

It Seems To Me That I Have Always Existed And That I Possess Memories That Date Back To The Pharaohs.

May I Die Like A Dog Rather Than Hasten The Ripening Of A Sentence By A Single Second!