A True Poet Does Not Bother To

The Extreme Limit Of Wisdom, That's What The Public Calls Madness.

And History Becomes Legend And Legend Becomes History.

If It Has To Choose Who Is To Be Crucified, The Crowd Will Always Save Barabbas.

What Uniform Can I Wear To Hide My Heavy Heart? It Is Too Heavy. It Will Always Show. Jacques Felt Himself Growing Gloomy Again. He Was Well Aware That To Live On Earth A Man Must Follow Its Fashions, And Hearts Were No Longer Worn.

Love Is Mainly An Affair Of Short Spasms. If These Spasms Disappoint Us, Love Dies. It Is Very Seldom That It Weathers The Experience And Becomes Friendship.