Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.
Society is composed of two great classes those who have more dinners than...
When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the...
We must declare ourselves become known allow the world to discover this subterranean life of ours which connects kings and farm boys artists and clerks. Let them see that the important thing is not the object of love but the emotion itself.
