Amer Savoir, Celui Qu'on Tire Du Voyage!

We Revel In The Laxness Of The Path We Take.

Where Ever I Am Not Is The Place Where I Am Myself.

There Is A Certain Cowardice, A Certain Weakness, Rather, Among Respectable Folk. Only Brigands Are Convinced-of What? That They Must Succeed. And So They Do Succeed.

It Is Time To Get Drunk! So As Not To Be The Martyred Slaves Of Time, Get Drunk; Get Drunk Without Stopping! On Wine, On Poetry, Or On Virtue, As You Wish.

In Putting Off What One Has To Do, One Runs The Risk Of Never Being Able To Do It.