It Is Not Inspiration; It Is Expiration.

The Joy Of Youth Is To Disobey; But The Trouble Is That There Are No Longer Any Orders.

Art Is Not A Pastime But A Priesthood.

What Uniform Can I Wear To Hide My Heavy Heart? It Is Too Heavy. It Will Always Show. Jacques Felt Himself Growing Gloomy Again. He Was Well Aware That To Live On Earth A Man Must Follow Its Fashions, And Hearts Were No Longer Worn.

Everything One Does In Life, Even Love, Occurs In An Express Train Racing Toward Death. To Smoke Opium Is To Get Out Of The Train While It Is Still Moving. It Is To Concern Oneself With Something Other Than Life Or Death.

It Is Not I Who Become Addicted, It Is My Body.