All Language Is But A Poor Translation.

I Passed By The Brothel As Though Past The House Of A Beloved.

Anybody Who Preserves The Ability To Recognize Beauty Will Never Get Old.

I No Longer Know If I Wish To Drown Myself In Love, Vodka Or The Sea.

The Various Forms Of Despair At The Various Stations On The Road.

One Must Fight To Get To The Top, Especially If One Starts At The Bottom.