Everything, Alas, Is An Abyss,

Quand Notre Coeur A Fait Une Fois Sa Vendange, Vivre Est Un Mal. Once Our Heart Has Been Harvested Once, Life Becomes Miserable.

If The Poet Has Pursued A Moral Objective, He Has Diminished His Poetic Force.

Nothing Can Be Done Except Little By Little.

Love Is A Taste For Prostitution. In Fact, There Is No Noble Pleasure That Cannot Be Reduced To Prostitution.

I Am Bored In France Because Everyone Resembles Voltaire.