He Is Terribly Afraid Of Dying Because

I Do Not Read Advertisements. I Would Spend All Of My Time Wanting Things.

May I Kiss You Then? On This Miserable Paper? I Might As Well Open The Window And Kiss The Night Air.

Every Revolution Evaporates And Leaves Behind Only The Slime Of A New Bureaucracy.

There Art Two Cardinal Sins From Which All Others Spring: Impatience And Laziness.

Art Flies Around Truth, But With The Definite Intention Of Not Getting Burnt. Its Capacity Lies In Finding In The Dark Void A Place Where The Beam Of Light Can Be Intensely Caught, Without This Having Been Perceptible Before.