Ennui Is The Echo In Us Of

The Fear Of Being Deceived Is The Vulgar Version Of The Quest For Truth.

The Mind Is The Result Of The Torments The Flesh Undergoes Or Inflicts Upon Itself.

I Never Met One Interesting Mind That Was Not Richly Endowed With Inadmissible Deficiencies.

Music Is The Refuge Of Souls Ulcerated By Happiness.

No Matter Which Way We Go, It Is No Better Than Any Other. It Is All The Same Whether You Achieve Something Or Not, Have Faith Or Not, Just As It Is All The Same Whether You Cry Or Remain Silent.