A free spirit takes liberties even with liberty itself.
My ass contemplates those who talk behind my back.
Dada talks with you, it is everything, it includes everything, it belongs to all religions, can be neither victory nor defeat, it lives in space and not in time.
Youth doesn't reason, it acts. The old man reasons and would like to make the others act in his place.
Between my head and my hand, there is always the face of death.
Maybe men are separated from each other only by the degree of their misery