Toda Idea, Al Fin Y Al Cabo,

After All, There Is Nothing But Failure.

Toda Idea, Al Fin Y Al Cabo, Es Una Idea Demencial.

The Only Friends I Have Are The Dead Who Have Bequeathed Their Writings To Me — I Have No Others.

Everyone, He Went On, Speaks A Language He Does Not Understand, But Which Now And Then Is Understood By Others. That Is Enough To Permit One To Exist And At Least To Be Misunderstood.

Nothing But Disaster Follows From Applause.