A True Poet Does Not Bother To

Lying Is The Only Art Form That The Public Sanctions And Instinctively Prefers To Reality.

The Preservation Of Friendship Is Seen As Opportunism. You Are Required To Be In One Camp Or The Other. You Are Enjoined To Cut Your Heartstrings If They Extend Across The Barricade.

Poetry, Being Elegance Itself, Cannot Hope To Achieve Visibility... It Insists On Living Its Own Life.

I Only Fear The Death Of Others. For Me, True Death Is That Of The People I Love

All Spiritual Journeys Are Martyrdoms