Lack Of Manners Is The Sign Of

Good Music Resembles Something. It Resembles The Composer.

Since The Day Of My Birth, My Death Began Its Walk. It Is Walking Toward Me, Without Hurrying.

You Are Always Concentrated On The Inner Thing. The Moment One Becomes Aware Of The Crowd, Performs For The Crowd, It Is Spectacle.

The Worst Tragedy For A Poet Is To Be Admired Through Being Misunderstood.

Perhaps I Know To What Extent I Can Go Too Far.