Every Form Of Talent Involves A Certain

Is It Possible That Existence Is Our Exile And Nothingness Our Home?

No Human Beings Are More Dangerous Than Those Who Have Suffered For A Belief

We Are All Geniuses When We Dream.

Wherever We Go, We Come Up Against The Human, A Repulsive Ubiquity Before Which We Fall Into Stupor And Revolt, A Perplexity On Fire.

Music Is The Refuge Of Souls Ulcerated By Happiness.