It Is Immoral Not To Tell.

In A World That Has Ceased To Believe In Sin, The Artist Is Responsible For The Preaching.

The Future Is The Only Transcendental Value For Men Without God.

You Will Never Be Able To Experience Everything. So, Please, Do Poetical Justice To Your Soul And Simply Experience Yourself.

For Instance, I Never Complained That My Birthday Was Overlooked; People Were Even Surprised, With A Touch Of Admiration, By My Discretion On This Subject. But The Reason For My Disinterestedness Was Even More Discreet: I Longed To Be Forgotten In Order To Be Able To Complain To Myself... Once My Solitude Was Thoroughly Proved, I Could Surrender To The Charms Of A Virile Self-pity.

I Was Absent At The Moment I Took Up The Most Space.