I Had Only A Little Time Left

For Those Of Us Who Have Been Thrown Into Hell, Mysterious Melodies And The Torturing Images Of A Vanished Beauty Will Always Bring Us, In The Midst Of Crime And Folly, The Echo Of That Harmonious Insurrection Which Bears Witness, Throughout The Centuries, To The Greatness Of Humanity.

When The Soul Suffers Too Much, It Develops A Taste For Misfortune.

Any Country Where I Am Not Bored Is A Country That Teaches Me Nothing.

Even When One Sits In The Prisoner's Dock, It Is Interesting To Hear Talk About Oneself.

I Do Not Want To Believe That Death Is The Gateway To Another Life. For Me, It Is A Closed Door. I Do Not Say It Is A Step We Must All Take, But That It Is A Horrible And Dirty Adventure.