All Unlived Emotions Turn To Inanity.

The Way To Recognize A Dead Word Is That It Exudes Boredom.

I Want To Make My Own Discoveries…….penetrate The Evil Which Attracts Me

Tropical Nights Are Hammocks For Lovers.

His Life Rushes Onward In Such Torrential Rhythm That...only Angels And Devils Can Catch The Tempo Of It.

When You Possess Light Within, You See It Externally.