Reality Is A Creation Of Our Excesses.

A Self-respecting Man Is A Man Without A Country. A Fatherland Is Birdlime.

"the Holy Ghost," Luther Instructs Us, "is Not A Skeptic." Not Everyone Can Be, And That Is Really Too Bad.

The Multiplication Of Our Kind Borders On The Obscene; The Duty To Love Them, On The Preposterous.

Try To Be Free: You Will Die Of Hunger.

Our Works, Whatever They May Be, Derive From Our Incapacity To Kill Or To Kill Ourselves.