Only Superficial Minds Approach An Idea With

If We Could See Ourselves As Others See Us, We Would Vanish On The Spot.

For You Who No Longer Possess It, Freedom Is Everything, For Us Who Do, It Is Merely An Illusion.

If Each Of Us Were To Confess His Most Secret Desire, The One That Inspires All His Plans, All His Actions, He Would Say: "i Want To Be Praised."

To Think Is To Take A Cunning Revenge In Which We Camouflage Our Baseness And Conceal Our Lower Instincts.

Between Ennui And Ecstasy Unwinds Our Whole Experience Of Time.