The Immense Profundity Of Thought In Vulgar

Anybody, Providing He Knows How To Be Amusing, Has The Right To Talk About Himself.

Within The Bottle's Depths, The Wine's Soul Sang One Night. Drink Wine, Drink Poetry, Drink Virtue.

Everything That Gives Pleasure Has Its Reason. To Scorn The Mobs Of Those Who Go Astray Is Not The Means To Bring Them Around.

It Is The Greatest Art Of The Devil To Convince Us He Does Not Exist.

But The True Voyagers Are Only Those Who Leave Just To Be Leaving; Hearts Light, Like Balloons, They Never Turn Aside From Their Fatality And Without Knowing Why They Always Say: "let's Go!