Through the Unknown, we'll find the New

Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.

How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.

A multitude of small delights constitute happiness

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.

Love is the natural occupation of the man of leisure.

The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.