My Life Was Lucky So That I

I Feel More Fellowship With The Defeated Than With Saints.

Finally, And Most Of All, Words Failed Him.

True Debauchery Is Liberating Because It Creates No Obligations. In It You Possess Only Yourself, Hence It Remains The Favorite Pastime Of The Great Lovers Of Their Own Person.

All That I Know Most Surely About Morality And Obligations I Owe To Football.

Truly Fertile Music, The Only Kind That Will Move Us, That We Shall Truly Appreciate, Will Be A Music Conducive To Dream, Which Banishes All Reason And Analysis. One Must Not Wish First To Understand And Then To Feel. Art Does Not Tolerate Reason.