In philosophical inquiry, the human spirit, imitating the movement of the stars, must follow a curve which brings it back to its point of departure. To conclude is to close a circle.

When a singer puts his hand on his heart, it means usually, I will always love you!

So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, be endlessly drunk.

To glorify the cult of images (my great, my only, my earliest passion).

It is easy to understand why the rabble dislike cats. A cat is beautiful; it suggests ideas of luxury, cleanliness, voluptuous pleasures.

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.

Strangeness is the indispensable condiment of all beauty.