Man Is, Above All, He Who Creates.

It Is Always In The Midst, In The Epicenter, Of Your Troubles That You Find Serenity.

Friendship Is Born From An Identity Of Spiritual Goals - From Common Navigation Toward A Star.

Tell Me Who Admires And Loves You, And I Will Tell You Who You Are.

It Is In Your Act That You Exist, Not In Your Body. Your Act Is Yourself, And There Is No Other You.

Nobody Grasped You By The Shoulder While There Was Still Time. Now The Clay Of Which You Were Shaped Has Dried And Hardened, And Naught In You Will Ever Awaken The Sleeping Musician, The Poet, The Asronomer That Possibly Inhabited You In The Beginning.