One Has The Idea Of A Stupid

Solitude Gives Birth To The Original In Us, To Beauty Unfamiliar And Perilous - To Poetry. But Also, It Gives Birth To The Opposite: To The Perverse, The Illicit, The Absurd.

For The Sake Of Goodness And Love, Man Shall Let Death Have No Sovereignty Over His Thoughts.

He Who Loves The More Is The Inferior And Must Suffer.

But My Deepest And Most Secret Love Belongs To The Fair-haired And The Blue-eyed, The Bright Children Of Life, The Happy, The Charming And The Ordinary.

Stupid — Well, There Are So Many Kinds Of Stupidity, And Cleverness Is One Of The Worst.