Tolerance Cannot Seduce The Young.

I Would Like To Explode, Flow, Crumble Into Dust, And My Disintegration Would Be My Masterpiece.

What To Think Of Other People? I Ask Myself This Question Each Time I Make A New Acquaintance. So Strange Does It Seem To Me That We Exist, And That We Consent To Exist.

There Was A Time When Time Did Not Yet Exist.

He Who Has Never Envied The Vegetable Has Missed The Human Drama.

When We Cannot Be Delivered From Ourselves, We Delight In Devouring Ourselves.