To Accomplish Nothing And Die Of The

One Is And Remains A Slave As Long As One Is Not Cured Of Hoping.

The Premonition Of Madness Is Complicated By The Fear Of Lucidity In Madness, The Fear Of The Moments Of Return And Reunion... One Would Welcome Chaos If One Were Not Afraid Of Lights In It.

To Want Fame Is To Prefer Dying Scorned Than Forgotten.

You Are Done For - A Living Dead Man - Not When You Stop Loving But Stop Hating. Hatred Preserves: In It, In Its Chemistry, Resides The Mystery Of Life.

Tears Do Not Burn Except In Solitude.