Every Healthy Man Can Do Without Food

Il Faut E Pater Le Bourgeois. One Must Astound The Bourgeois.

What Is It That Brings On These Moods Of Yours? Nothing Mysterious: The Ordinary Pain Of Being Alive.

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

The Artist Is Today And Has Been For Many Years, Despite His Absence Of Merit, Simply A Spoiled Child. So Many Honors, So Much Money Bestowed On Men Without Souls And Without Education.

Whether You Come From Heaven Or Hell, What Does It Matter, O Beauty!