Good Taste Is As Tiring

Between My Head And My Hand, There Is Always The Face Of Death.

Every Page Must Explode, Whether Through Seriousness, Profundity, Turbulence, Nausea, The New, The Eternal, Annihilating Nonsense, Enthusiasm For Principles, Or The Way It Is Printed.

Nature Is Unfair? So Much The Better, Inequality Is The Only Bearable Thing, The Monotony Of Equality Can Only Lead Us To Boredom.

Only Useless Things Are Indispensable.

Taste Is Tiring Like Good Company.