Art Consists In Making Others Feel What

Every Gesture Is A Revolutionary Act.

One Never Lives So Intensely As When One Has Been Thinking Hard.

Ser Compreendido é Prostituir-se.

Without Madness What Is Man But A Wholesome Beast, Postponed Corpse That Begets?

The Feelings That Hurt Most, The Emotions That Sting Most, Are Those That Are Absurd - The Longing For Impossible Things, Precisely Because They Are Impossible; Nostalgia For What Never Was; The Desire For What Could Have Been; Regret Over Not Being Someone Else; Dissatisfaction With The World’s Existence. All These Half-tones Of The Soul’s Consciousness Create In Us A Painful Landscape, An Eternal Sunset Of What We Are.