One Can Only Forget About Time By

Certes, Je Sortirai Quant A' Moi Satisfait D'un Monde O U' L'action N'est Pas La Soeur Du Re" Ve. Indeed, For My Part, I Shall Be Happy To Leave A World Where Action Is Not Sister To The Dream.

It Is The Greatest Art Of The Devil To Convince Us He Does Not Exist.

So As Not To Feel The Horrible Burden Of Time That Breaks Your Back And Bends You To The Earth, Be Endlessly Drunk.

Where Ever I Am Not Is The Place Where I Am Myself.

I Am A Cemetery Abhorred By The Moon, In Which Long Worms Crawl Like Remorse.