No Ends, Simply Means.

Myths Are Made For The Imagination To Breath Life Into Them.

We Come Into The World Laden With The Weight Of An Infinite Necessity.

The Look Of Success, When It Is Worn A Certain Way, Would Infuriate A Jackass.

Every Man, And For Stronger Reasons, Every Artist, Wants To Be Recognized. So Do I.

Believe Me There Is No Such Thing As Great Suffering, Great Regret, Great Memory....everything Is Forgotten, Even A Great Love. That's What's Sad About Life, And Also What's Wonderful About It. There Is Only A Way Of Looking At Things, A Way That Comes To You Every Once In A While. That's Why It's Good To Have Had Love In Your Life After All, To Have Had An Unhappy Passion- It Gives You An Alibi For The Vague Despairs We All Suffer From.