Anti-alcoholics are unfortunates in the grip of water, that terrible poison, so corrosive that out of all substances it has been chosen for washing and scouring, and a drop of water added to a clear liquid like Absinthe, muddles it.
Laughter is born out of the discovery of the contradictory.
God is the tangential point between zero and infinity.
The work of art is a stuffed crocodile.
Dawn was breaking, like the light from another world.
To keep up even a worthwhile tradition means vitiating the idea behind it which must necessarily be in a constant state of evolution: it is mad to try to express new feelings in a mummified form.