One Can Only Forget About Time By

Today I Felt Pass Over Me A Breath Of Wind From The Wings Of Madness.

Where One Should See Only What Is Beautiful, Our Public Looks Only For What Is True.

Immediate Work, Even Poor, Is Worth More Than Dreams.

Who Would Dare Assign To Art The Sterile Function Of Imitating Nature?

It Is Time To Get Drunk! So As Not To Be The Martyred Slaves Of Time, Get Drunk; Get Drunk Without Stopping! On Wine, On Poetry, Or On Virtue, As You Wish.