One Day, I Shall Explode Like An

What Is Glory? It Is To Have A Lot Of Nonsense Talked About You.

Stupidity Is An Immovable Object: You Can't Try To Attack It Wiithout Being Broken By It.

The Idea Of Bringing Someone Into The World Fills Me With Horror. I Would Curse Myself If I Were A Father. A Son Of Mine! Oh No, No, No! May My Entire Flesh Perish And May I Transmit To No One The Aggravations And The Disgrace Of Existence.

Reveal Art; Conceal The Artist.

I Detest My Fellow-beings And Do Not Feel That I Am Their Fellow At All