If A Man Has His Throat Cut

To Learn To Read Is To Light A Fire.

I'd Like A Drink. I Desire To Forget Life. Life Is A Hideous Invention By Somebody I Don't Know. It Doesn't Last, And It's Good For Nothing. You Break Your Neck Simply Living.

Where Would The Shout Of Love Begin, If Not From The Summit Of Sacrifice?

The Tomb Is Not A Blind Alley: It Is A Thoroughfare. It Closes On The Twilight. It Opens On The Dawn.

France Is Great Because She Is France.