Death Means Nothing To Men Like Me.

I Don't Want To Be A Genius-i Have Enough Problems Just Trying To Be A Man.

I Like People Who Dream Or Talk To Themselves Interminably; I Like Them, For They Are Double. They Are Here And Elsewhere.

Autumn Is A Second Spring When Every Leaf Is A Flower.

But The World Itself Has No Reason, And I Can Say So, I Who Have Experienced It All, From The Creation To The Destruction.

The Real Passion Of The Twentieth Century Is Servitude.