When A Man Mourns For Someone Who

In Fact A Man In Love Or One Consumed With Hatred Creates Symbols For Himself, As A Superstitious Man Does, From A Passion Of Conferring Uniqueness On Things Or Persons. A Man Who Knows Nothing Of Symbols Is One Of Dante's Sluggards. This Is Why Art Mirrors Itself In Primitive Rites Or Strong Passions, Seeking For Symbols, Revolving Round The Primitive Taste For Savagery, For What Is Irrational (blood And Sex).

The Only Way To Escape The Abyss Is To Look At It, Gauge It, Sound It Out And Descend Into It.

We Do Not Remember Days, We Remember Moments.

We Care So Little Of Other People Than Even Christianity Urges Us To Do Good For The Love Of God.

Suicides Are Timid Murderers. Masochism Instead Of Sadism.