Worlds Self Made Are So Full Of

I Walk Ahead Of Myself In Perpetual Expectancy Of Miracles.

New York Has An Electronic Heart.

All The Art Of Analysis Consists In Saying A Truth Only When The Other Person Is Ready For It, Has Been Prepared For It By An Organic Process Of Gradation And Evolution.

Myself ... Is Merely An Instrument To Connect Life And A Myth

It Takes Courage To Push Yourself To Places You Have Never Been Before... To Test Your Limits... To Break Through Barriers. And The Day Came When The Risk It Took To Stay Tight Inside The Bud Was More Painful Than The Risk It Took To Blossom.