Artists Are The Monks Of The Bourgeois

The Art Of Living Is The Art Of Knowing How To Believe Lies.

A Corpse Is What's Left After Waking Too Often.

Why Does A Man Who Is Truly In Love Insist That This Relationship Must Continue And Be "lifelong"? Because Life Is Pain And The Enjoyment Of Love Is An Anesthetic. Who Would Want To Wake Up Halfway Through An Operation?

We Do Not Remember Days, We Remember Moments.

If It Is True That One Gets Used To Suffering, How Is It That As The Years Go One Always Suffers More? No, They Are Not Mad, Those People Who Amuse Themselves, Enjoy Life, Travel, Make Love, Fight They Are Not Mad. We Should Like To Do The Same Ourselves.