The Evil That Is In The World

From The Evening Breeze To This Hand On My Shoulder, Everything Has Its Truth.

I Know Myself Too Well To Believe In Pure Virtue.

Am Well. Thinking Of You Always. Love

We Can't Do Without Dominating Others Or Being Served.... The Essential Thing, In Sum, Is Being Able To Get Angry Without The Other Person Being Able To Answer Back.

The More I Produce, The Less I Am Certain. On The Road Along Which The Artist Walks, Night Falls Ever More Densely. Finally, He Dies Blind.