The child’s laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown.
And from the coffin of your madness there is no escape.
Despair is the constant companion of the clown.
And it was sad music fit to make you cut your throat.
Cities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New York a well-adjusted transsexual.
She stood lost in eternity… watching the immense sky…
Comedy is tragedy that happens to other people.
…for nothing is more boring than being forced to play.
She was feeling supernatural tonight. She wanted to EAT diamonds.
The clown may be the source of mirth, but – who shall make the clown laugh?
At the best of times, spring hurts depressives.
Perhaps…I could not be content with mere contentment!
How pleased I was to see I strick the Beast to the heart.
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