New York is the cubist, the futurist city. It expresses in its architecture, its life, its spirit, the modern thought.

Between my head and my hand, there is always the face of death.

The world is divided into two categories: failures and unknowns.

Let us never forget that the greatest man is never more than an animal disguised as a god.

The devil follows me day and night because he is afraid to be alone.

Knowledge is ancient error reflecting on its youth.

The family spirit has rendered man carnivorous.