We Have Art In Order Not To

And Never Have I Felt So Deeply At One And The Same Time So Detached From Myself And So Present In The World.

If We Understood The Enigmas Of Life There Would Be No Need For Art.

Ah, Mon Cher, For Anyone Who Is Alone, Without God And Without A Master, The Weight Of Days Is Dreadful.

What Made Me Run Away Was Doubtless Not So Much The Fear Of Settling Down, But Of Settling Down Permanently In Something Ugly.

Today We Are Always As Ready To Judge As We Are To Fornicate.