Art Is The Accomplice Of

Extraordinarily Excessive Sensuality It May Be .. But It All Comes Down To The Same Thing In The End, And One Means Is Surely As Good As Another, Since The End Obtained Is Always The Same. In Any Case The Exceptional, Endlessly Repeated, Is No Different Than The Banal; And Unceasing Recapitulation Can Add Nothing, In The End, To The Sum Of Experience. I Am Weary And Hopeless Three Times The Dupe. Why Have You Trained Me In The Shame Of Abominable Sins?

For Two Thousand Years Christianity Has Been Telling Us: Life Is Death, Death Is Life; It Is High Time To Consult The Dictionary.

It Is Well-nigh Obvious That Those Who Are In Favor Of The Death Penalty Have More Affinities With Murderers Than Those Who Oppose It.

Knowledge Has Its End In Itself, Apart From Any Idea Of Life And Propagation Of The Species.

Women Are The Simple, And Poets The Superior, Artisans Of Language... The Intervention Of Grammarians Is Almost Always Bad.