It's The Devil Who Pulls The Strings

What Is Exhilarating In Bad Taste Is The Aristocratic Pleasure Of Giving Offense.

Love Is The Natural Occupation Of The Man Of Leisure.

We Are Weighed Down, Every Moment, By The Conception And The Sensation Of Time. And There Are But Two Means Of Escaping And Forgetting This Nightmare: Pleasure And Work. Pleasure Consumes Us. Work Strengthens Us. Let Us Choose.

That Which Is Not Slightly Distorted Lacks Sensible Appeal; From Which It Follows That Irregularity – That Is To Say, The Unexpected, Surprise And Astonishment, Are A Essential Part And Characteristic Of Beauty.

Nations, Like Families, Have Great Men Only In Spite Of Themselves.