Everything Is Absurd.

The Poet Is A Pretender. / He Pretends So Completely, / That He Even Pretends That It Is Pain / The Pain He Really Feels.

Look, There's No Metaphysics On Earth But Chocolates.

Liberty Is The Possibility Of Isolation.

Faithful To The Word Given And The Idea Had.

Let's Buy Books So As Not To Read Them; Let's Go To Concerts Without Caring To Hear The Music Or See Who's There; Let's Take Long Walks Because We're Sick Of Walking; And Let's Spend Whole Days In The Country, Just Because It Bores Us.