Anyone Can Escape Into Sleep, We Are

Show Me One Thing Here On Earth Which Has Begun Well And Not Ended Badly. The Proudest Palpitations Are Engulfed In A Sewer, Where They Cease Throbbing, As Though Having Reached Their Natural Term: This Downfall Constitutes The Heart's Drama And The Negative Meaning Of History.

What Pride To Discover That Nothing Belongs To You - What A Revelation.

Vague A L'ame - Melancholy Yearning For The End Of The World.

How Good Would It Be If One Could Die By Throwing Oneself Into An Infinite Void.

The Multiplication Of Our Kind Borders On The Obscene; The Duty To Love Them, On The Preposterous.