Love Is Desire For Knowledge.

Artists Are The Monks Of The Bourgeois State.

Because, To Despise Money, One Must Have Plenty Of It.

Love Is The Cheapest Of Religions.

When Writing Poetry, It Is Not That Produces A Bright Idea, But The Bright Idea That Kindles The Fire Of.

The Act The Act Must Not Be A Revenge. It Must Be A Calm, Weary Renunciation, A Closing Of Accounts, A Private, Rhythmic Deed. The Last Remark.