New York is the cubist, the futurist city. It expresses in its architecture, its life, its spirit, the modern thought.
Let us never forget that the greatest man is never more than an animal disguised as a god.
Between my head and my hand, there is always the face of death.
The future is a monotonous instrument
My ass contemplates those who talk behind my back.
The devil follows me day and night because he is afraid to be alone.