Imagination Is The Queen Of Truth, And

Forest, I Fear You! In My Ruined Heart Your Roaring Wakens The Same Agony As In Cathedrals When The Organ Moans And From The Depths I Hear That I Am Damned.

But The True Voyagers Are Only Those Who Leave Just To Be Leaving; Hearts Light, Like Balloons, They Never Turn Aside From Their Fatality And Without Knowing Why They Always Say: "let's Go!

Evil Comes Up Softly Like A Flower.

Genius Is Simply Childhood, Rediscovered By An Act Of Will.

I Felt Passing Over Me The Wind Of The Wing Of Madness.