It Is Our Taste That Decides Against

Whoever Writes In Blood And Aphorisms Wants Not To Be Learned But To Be Learned By Heart.

Foolish Is My Happiness, And Foolish Things Will It Speak: It Is Still Too Young—so Have Patience With It!

We Are, All Of Us, Growing Volcanoes That Approach The Hour Of Their Eruption, But How Near Or Distant That Is, Nobody Knows- Not Even God.

To Be Natural Means To Dare To Be As Immoral As Nature Is.

Madness Is The Result Not Of Uncertainty But Certainty.