Through The Unknown, We'll Find The New

You Walk On Corpses, Beauty, Undismayed.

I Have Cultivated My Hysteria With Pleasure And Terror.

The Devil's Finest Trick Is To Persuade You That He Does Not Exist.

Even When She Walks One Would Believe That She Dances.

You Have To Be Always Drunk. That's All There Is To It-it's The Only Way. So As Not To Feel The Horrible Burden Of Time That Breaks Your Back And Bends You To The Earth, You Have To Be Continually Drunk. But On What? Wine, Poetry Or Virtue, As You Wish. But Be Drunk.