The Human Face Is, After All, Nothing

I Am Not Mad. I Am Eccentric Perhaps--at Least Certain People Say So; But As Regards My Profession. I Am Very Much As One Says, 'all There.

One Is Alone When The Last One Who Remembers Is Gone.

From An Early Age I Knew Very Strongly The Lust To Kill.

What An Absurdity To Go And Bury Oneself In South America, Where They Are Always Having Revolutions.

There Is No Greater Mistake In Life Than Seeing Things Or Hearing Them At The Wrong Time.