Democracy: A Festival Of Mediocrity.

No One Can Do Without Some Semblance Of Immortality, And Even Less Will They Deny Themselves The Right To Seek It Out In The Form Of This Or That Reputation, Starting With The Literary... Since Death Has Come To Be Accepted By All As The Absolute End, Everyone Writes.

What Can Be Said, Lacks Reality. Only What Fails To Make Its Way Into Words Exists And Counts.

In Order To Have The Stuff Of A Tyrant, A Certain Mental Derangement Is Necessary.

The Sole Means Of Protecting Your Solitude Is To Offend Everyone, Beginning With Those You Love.

The Universal View Melts Things Into A Blur.