Generally, I Like All Islands.

We Must Learn How To Lend Ourselves To Dreaming When Dreams Lend Themselves To Us.

The Slave And Those Whose Present Life Is Miserable And Who Can Find No Consolation In The Heavens Are Assured That At Least The Future Belongs To Them. The Future Is The Only Kind Of Property That The Masters Willingly Concede To The Slaves.

At Any Street Corner The Feeling Of Absurdity Can Strike Any Man In The Face.

May Heaven Protect Us, Cher Monsieur, From Being Set On A Pedestal By Our Friends!!!

Existence Is Illusory And It Is Eternal.