History Is A Combination Of Reality And

The Public Only Takes Up Yesterday As A Stick To Beat Today.

Perhaps I Know To What Extent I Can Go Too Far.

The Louvre Is A Morgue; You Go There To Identify Your Friends.

One Should Always Talk Well About Oneself! The Word Spreads Around And In The End, Noone Remembers Where It Started

Poetry Is A Religion Without Hope. The Poet Exhausts Himself In Its Service, Knowing That, In The Long Run, A Masterpiece Is Nothing But The Performance Of A Trained Dog On Very Shaky Ground.