If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.
"One must always be drunk. That’s all: that’s all that matters. So that you don’t feel the horrible burden of Time breaking your shoulders and bending you toward the earth, you have to get drunk non-stop.
But on what? O wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you please. But get drunk.
And if sometimes, on the walking paths of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the gloomy solitude of your room, you wake up, the drunkenness already waning or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that flees, everything that groans, everything that rolls, everything that sings, everything that speaks, ask what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird and the clock will tell you: “It is time to get drunk! So that you are not martyred slaves of Time, get drunk; get drunk without cease! On wine, on poetry, on virtue, as you please."