Dada is like your hopes: nothing like your paradise: nothing like your idols: nothing like your heroes: nothing like your artists: nothing like your religions: nothing
The devil follows me day and night because he is afraid to be alone.
My ass contemplates those who talk behind my back.
Knowledge is ancient error reflecting on its youth.
Maybe men are separated from each other only by the degree of their misery
Pain has its reasons, pleasure is totally indifferent.