Once Crime Was As Solitary

The World Is Never Quiet, Even Its Silence Eternally Resounds With The Same Notes, In Vibrations Which Escape Our Ears. As For Those That We Perceive, They Carry Sounds To Us, Occasionally A Chord, Never A Melody.

True Artists Scorn Nothing.

Today We Are Always As Ready To Judge As We Are To Fornicate.

...the Play Of The Toughest And Most Lucid Mind Are At The Same Time Both Lavished Andsquandered.

Human Relationships Always Help Us To Carry On Because They Always Presuppose A Future.