It's Raining My Soul, It's Raining, But

One Can't Carry One's Father's Corpse About Everywhere.

The Plastic Virtues: Purity, Unity, And Truth, Keep Nature In Subjection.

I Love Men, Not For What Unites Them, But For What Divides Them, And I Want To Know Most Of All What Gnaws At Their Hearts.

When Man Resolved To Imitate Walking, He Invented The Wheel, Which Does Not Look Like A Leg. In Doing This, He Was Practicing Surrealism Without Knowing It.

Vienne La Nuit Sonne L'heure Les Jours S'en Vont Je Demeure