Death Is The Most Blessed Dream.

Man Is An Abyss, And I Turn Giddy When I Look Down Into It.

There Are Only Epicureans, Either Crude Or Refined; Christ Was The Most Refined.

How Many Women Does One Need To Sing The Scale Of Love All The Way Up And Down?

Freedom And Whores Are The Most Cosmopolitan Items Under The Sun.

The Power Of The People And The Power Of Reason Are One.