There Is No Dream Of Love, However

There Exist Only Three Beings Worthy Of Respect: The Priest, The Soldier, The Poet. To Know, To Kill, To Create.

The Lover Of Life Makes The Whole World Into His Family, Just As The Lover Of The Fair Sex Creates His From All The Lovely Women He Has Found, From Those That Could Be Found, And Those Who Are Impossible To Find.

Everything For Me Becomes Allegory

Genius Is Childhood Recalled At Will.

The World Progresses Only Through Misunderstanding.