Autumn Is As Joyful And

Man Has Made Use Of His Intelligence; He Invented Stupidity.

Art Is The Flower Of Life And, As Seed, It Gives Back Life.

Nothing Exists Except By Virtue Of A Disequilibrium, An Injustice. All Existence Is A Theft Paid For By Other Existences; No Life Flowers Except On A Cemetery.

To Know What Everyone Knows Is To Know Nothing.

A Definition Is A Sack Of Flour Compressed Into A Thimble