I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.
The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.
Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious.
The smell of opium is the least stupid smell in the world.
Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.