A Garden To Walk In And Immensity

At The Shrine Of Friendship Never Say Die, Let The Wine Of Friendship Never Run Dry

An Intelligent Hell Would Be Better Than A Stupid Paradise.

Love, Thine Is The Future. Death, I Use Thee, But I Hate Thee. Citizens, There Shall Be In The Future Neither Darkness Nor Thunderbolts; Neither Ferocious Ignorance Nor Blood For Blood.

As A Means Of Contrast With The Sublime, The Grotesque Is, In Our View, The Richest Source That Nature Can Offer.

To Breathe Paris Is To Preserve One's Soul.