Nothing Is A Sin When You Obey

Romanticism Is The Abuse Of Adjectives

Perfection Does Not Exist; To Understand It Is The Triumph Of Human Intelligence; To Expect To Possess It Is The Most Dangerous Kind Of Madness.

I Cannot Help It - In Spite Of Myself, Infinity Torments Me.

The Blood Of My Motherland Waters A Magic Plant That Cures All Ills. That Plant Is Art, And Sometimes Art Needs Corruption As A Kind Of Fertilizer

The Mouth Keeps Silent To Hear The Heart Speak.