At Eight, He Had Once Told His

And What Is Death, If Not A Face At Peace - Its Artistic Perfection.

We Live Not Only In A World Of Thoughts, But Also In A World Of Things. Words Without Experience Are Meaningless.

I Cannot Disobey Something Which I Do Not Know And The Reality Of Which I Have The Right To Deny.

He Broke My Heart. You Merely Broke My Life.

And Yet I Adore Him. I Think He's Quite Crazy, And With No Place Or Occupation In Life, And Far From Happy, And Philosophically Irresponsible – And There Is Absolutely Nobody Like Him.