In the arts of life man invents nothing; but in the arts of death he o >>
I want to be all used up when I die. >>
When two people are under the influence of the most violent, most insa >>
We fight our way through the massed and leveled collective safe taste >>
Difficult do you call it, Sir? I wish it were impossible. >>
Music is a beautiful opiate, if you don't take it too seriously. >>
Hell is full of musical amateurs: music is the brandy of the damned.