May The Devil Himself Splatter You With

The Extreme Limit Of Wisdom, That's What The Public Calls Madness.

The Artist Must Know How Far To Go Too Far.

The Poet Is At The Disposal Of The Night. His Role Is Humble, He Must Clean House And Await Its Due Visitation.

In Paris, Everybody Wants To Be An Actor; Nobody Is Content To Be A Spectator.

The Dead Drug Leaves A Ghost Behind. At Certain Hours It Haunts The House.