Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one ha >>
We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation >>
Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; goo >>
One's real life is so often the life that one does not lead. >>
But fantasy kills imagination, pornography is death to art. >>
I like nonsense -- it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary >>
I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies me. Nature is ugly, and I prefer the monsters of my fancy to what is positively trivial.