It Is Misery, You Know, Unspeakable Misery

Those Who Understood, In Fact, Say: 'i Mustn't Do This, I Mustn't Do That,' So As Not To Commit Some Stupidity Or Other! Splendid! But At A Certain Point We Realize That All Life Is Stupidity; So Tell Me Yourself What It Means Never To Have Done Anything Foolish. At The Very Least It Means You Have Never Lived.

We Ride Through Life On The Beast Within Us. Beat The Animal, But You Can't Make It Think.

The More Arms And Legs [children] We Have, The Richer We Are.

We All Have A World Of Things Inside Ourselves And Each One Of Us Has His Own Private World. How Can We Understand Each Other If The Words I Use Have The Sense And The Value That I Expect Them To Have, But Whoever Is Listening To Me Inevitably Thinks That Those Same Words Have A Different Sense And Value, Because Of The Private World He Has Inside Himself, Too.

I Would Love To Spend All My Time Writing To You; I'd Love To Share With You All That Goes Through My Mind, All That Weighs On My Heart, All That Gives Air To My Soul; Phantoms Of Art, Dreams That Would Be So Beautiful If They Could Come True.