Always destroy what is in you.

You'll never know why you exist, but you'll always allow yourselves to be easily persuaded to take life seriously.

In principle, I am against principles.

Dada Dada Dada, a roaring of tense colors, and interlacing of opposites and of all contradictions, grotesques, inconsistencies: LIFE.

Everyone dances to his own personal boomboom.

But let's speak of art for a moment. Yes, art. I know a gentleman who makes excellent portraits. This gentleman is a camera.

Any work of art that can be understood is the product of journalism. The rest, called literature, is a dossier of human imbecility for the guidance of future professors.

Let us try for once not to be right.

Art is not the most precious manifestation of life. Art has not the celestial and universal value that people like to attribute to it. Life is far more interesting.

I write a manifesto and I want nothing, yet I say certain things, and in principle I am against manifestoes, as I am also against principles.

The summit sings what is being spoken in the depths.

In the success equation, subtraction comes before multiplication or addition. You must sow before you can reap a harvest.

When you read without an open mind, you're already filtering ideas and intended message. Selective reading contributes to wilful ignorance.

If you don't own a dog, at least one, there is not necessarily anything wrong with you, but there may be something wrong with your life.

I have no idea what the mind of a lowlife scoundrel is like, but I know what the mind of an honest man is like; it is terrifying.

Never write an advertisement which you wouldn't want your own family to read. You wouldn't tell lies to your own wife. Don't tell them to mine. Do as you would be done by.

One of the advantages of not having a record contract is that you can make your own mistakes, you don't need somebody else to organize them for you.

You can’t have two worlds in your hands and choose emptiness.

I reiterate that the rigor and credibility brought to the world by Monti's government are for us a point of no return.

So burrow in. Snuggle deep. A winter idyll of simple splendor awaits.

If thou be not busy for thyself now, who shall be busy for thee in time to come?