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

I Don't Want To Work. I Want To Smoke.

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.

Without Poets, Without Artists, Men Would Soon Weary Of Nature's Monotony.

We Cannot Carry Our Father's Corpse With Us Everywhere We Go.

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