One day I shall burst my bud of calm and blossom into hysteria.
The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate
Who apart from ourselves, can see any difference between our victories and our defeats?
Equality is a mortuary word.
It's always our touches of vanity that manage to betray us.
I travel light; as light, that is, as a man can travel who will still carry his body around because of its sentimental value.