An Ugly Sight, A Man Who Is

Death Has To Be Waiting At The End Of The Ride Before You Truly See The Earth, And Feel Your Heart, And Love The World.

In Your Efforts To Dazzle Us Your Reasoning Has Gone Awry. You Know Very Well That Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

Believe Me; All Evil Comes From The Old. They Grow Fat On Ideas And Young Men Die Of Them.

I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.

Believe Me; All Evil Comes From The Old. They Grow Fat On Ideas And Young Men Die Of Them.