Music Is The Refuge Of Souls Ulcerated

We Are All Geniuses When We Dream.

Everything Is Pathology, Except For Indifference.

However Much I Have Frequented The Mystics, Deep Down I Have Always Sided With The Devil; Unable To Equal Him In Power, I Have Tried To Be Worthy Of Him, At Least, In Insolence, Acrimony, Arbitrariness And Caprice.

To Exist Is A Habit I Do Not Despair Of Acquiring.

When Every Man Has Realized That His Birth Is A Defeat, Existence, Endurable At Last, Will Seem Like The Day After A Surrender, Like The Relief And The Repose Of The Conquered.