Love Is Desire For Knowledge.

Are You Or Aren't You Convinced That Weakness Is A Man's Condition? How Can You Raise Yourself If You Haven't Fallen First?

Artists Are The Monks Of The Bourgeois State.

Remember, Writing Poetry Is Like Making Love: One Will Never Know Whether One's Own Pleasure Is Shared.

The Whole Problem Of Life, Then, Is This: How To Break Out Of One's Own Loneliness, How To Communicate With Others.

There Is No Finer Revenge Than That Which Others Inflict On Your Enemy. Moreover, It Has The Advantage Of Leaving You The Role Of A Generous Man.