Misfortunes Cannot Suffice To Make

Life Is Pain And The Enjoyment Of Love Is An Anesthetic.

Artists Are The Monks Of The Bourgeois State.

We Can All Do Good Deeds, But Very Few Of Us Can Think Good Thoughts.

Verrà La Morte E Avrà I Tuoi Occhi. (death Will Come And It Will Have Your Eyes.)

There Is Mercy For Everyone, Except Those Who Are Bored With Life.