Nature Is A Word, An

You Have To Be Always Drunk. That's All There Is To It-it's The Only Way. So As Not To Feel The Horrible Burden Of Time That Breaks Your Back And Bends You To The Earth, You Have To Be Continually Drunk. But On What? Wine, Poetry Or Virtue, As You Wish. But Be Drunk.

Today I Had A Strange Warning. I Felt The Wind Of Insanity Brush My Mind.

Those Men Get Along Best With Women Who Can Get Along Best Without Them.

Etre Un Homme Utile M'a Paru Toujours Quelque Chose De Bien Hideux. To Be Useful Has Always Seemed To Me Quite Hideous.

Everything, Alas, Is An Abyss, — Actions, Desires, Dreams, Words!