Under Each Formula Lies A Corpse.

I Would Like To Go Mad On One Condition, Namely, That I Would Become A Happy Madman, Lively And Always In A Good Mood, Without Any Troubles And Obsessions, Laughing Senselessly From Morning To Night.

Jealousy - That Jumble Of Secret Worship And Ostensible Aversion.

One Doesn't Live In A Country, One Lives In A Language.

Were We To Undertake An Exhaustive Self-scrutiny, Disgust Would Paralyze Us, We Would Be Doomed To A Thankless Existence.

You Cannot Protect Your Solitude If You Cannot Make Yourself Odious.