On the vaporization and the centralization of the Self. All is there.
All the visible universe is nothing but a shop of images and signs.
Our religion is itself profoundly sad - a religion of universal anguish, and one which, because of its very catholicity, grants full liberty to the individual and asks no better than to be celebrated in each man's own language - so long as he knows anguish and is a painter.
It's the devil who pulls the strings that make us dance
My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.
What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.