The Day When I Am No More

When I Look At My Life And Its Secret Colors, I Feel Like Bursting Into Tears.

To Be Famous, In Fact, One Has Only To Kill One's Landlady.

Your Successes And Happiness Are Forgiven You Only If You Generously Consent To Share Them.

Empires And Churches Are Born Under The Sun Of Death.

Holland Is A Dream, Monsieur, A Dream Of Gold And Smoke-smokier By Day, More Gilded By Night. And Night And Day That Dream Is Peopled With Lohengrins Like These, Dreamily Riding Their Black Bicycles With High Handle-bars, Funereal Swans Constantly Drifting Throughout The Whole Country, Around The Seas, Along The Canals.