Not Only Should You Not Accept A

Perhaps I Know To What Extent I Can Go Too Far.

Art Is A Marriage Of The Conscious And The Unconscious.

Since The Day Of My Birth, My Death Began Its Walk. It Is Walking Toward Me, Without Hurrying.

Living Is A Horizontal Fall.

Poetry Is A Religion Without Hope. The Poet Exhausts Himself In Its Service, Knowing That, In The Long Run, A Masterpiece Is Nothing But The Performance Of A Trained Dog On Very Shaky Ground.