Every social system is more or less against nature, and at every moment nature is at work to reclaim her rights.
Everything changes but the avant-garde.
Do you not realise that dance is the pure act of metamorphosis?
What golden hour of life, what glittering moment will ever equal the pain its loss can cause?
to live means to lack something at every moment
Beware of what you do best; its bound to be a trap.