Through The Unknown, We'll Find

Genius Is Childhood Recalled At Will.

The Immense Profundity Of Thought In Vulgar Locutions, Like Holes Dug By Generations Of Ants.

If The Word Doesn't Exist, Invent It; But First Be Sure It Doesn't Exist.

We Are All Born Marked For Evil.

In Order Not To Feel Time's Horrid Fardel Bruise Your Shoulders, Grinding You Into The Earth, Get Drunk And Stay That Way. On What? On Wine, Poetry, Virtue, Whatever. But Get Drunk!