Progress, This Great Heresy Of Decay.

Be Always Drunken. Nothing Else Matters: That Is The Only Question. If You Would Not Feel The Horrible Burden Of Time Weighing On Your Shoulders And Crushing You To The Earth, Be Drunken Continually.

Etre Un Homme Utile M'a Paru Toujours Quelque Chose De Bien Hideux. To Be Useful Has Always Seemed To Me Quite Hideous.

The Form Of A Town Changes More Swiftly Alas! Than The Heart Of A Mortal.

Color... Thinks By Itself, Independently Of The Object It Clothes.

Every Healthy Man Can Do Without Food For Two Days — But Without Poetry, Never!