Have You No Hope At All? And

One Plays At Being Immortal And After A Few Weeks One Doesn't Even Know Whether Or Not One Can Hang On Till The Next Day.

Between History And The Eternal I Have Chosen History Because I Like Certainties. Of It, At Least, I Am Certain, And How Can I Deny This Force Crushing Me.

To Know Oneself, One Should Assert Oneself.

It's Not Your Pictures I Like; It's Your Painting.

The Loss Of Love Is The Loss Of All Rights, Even Though One Had Them All.