There Is Something Indecent In Words .

Every Luxury Must Be Paid For, And Everything Is A Luxury, Starting With Being In This World.

We Do Not Remember Days, We Remember Moments.

Because, To Despise Money, One Must Have Plenty Of It.

Remember, Writing Poetry Is Like Making Love: One Will Never Know Whether One's Own Pleasure Is Shared.

The Art Of Living Is The Art Of Knowing How To Believe Lies.