Our Life Dreams The Utopia. Our Death

Men Like Me Are Impossible Until The Day When They Become Necessary.

Desiring Always To Be In Mourning, He Clothed Himself With Night.

My Misfortune Is That I Still Resemble A Man Too Much. I Should Liked To Be Wholly A Beast Like That Goat. - Quasimodo

Men Hate Those To Whom They Have To Lie.

Greater Than The Tread Of Mighty Armies Is An Idea Whose Time Has Come.