Sexuality Is The Lyricism Of The Masses.

Everything, Alas, Is An Abyss, — Actions, Desires, Dreams, Words!

The Beautiful Is Always Bizarre.

It Is At Despair At Not Being Able To Be Noble And Beautiful By Natural Means That We Have Made Up Our Faces So Strangely.

Multitude, Solitude: Equal And Interchangeable Terms For The Active And Prolific Poet.

Strangeness Is The Indispensable Condiment Of All Beauty.