A study of the Great Malady; horror of home.

It is the greatest art of the devil to convince us he does not exist.

A man who drinks only water has a secret to hide from his fellow men.

Alas! Man's vices, horrible as they are supposed to be, contain the positive proof of his taste for the infinite.

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

The artist is today and has been for many years, despite his absence of merit, simply a spoiled child. So many honors, so much money bestowed on men without souls and without education.

In our corruption we perceive beauties unrevealed to ancient times.