Until The Day Of His Death No

The True Masters Of The Art Of Living Are Already Happy.

Inspiration Is A Farce That Poets Have Invented To Give Themselves Importance.

Life Has A Way Of Setting Things In Order And Leaving Them Be. Very Tidy, Is Life.

Death Has To Be Waiting At The End Of The Ride Before You Truly See The Earth, And Feel Your Heart, And Love The World.

Our Entire Life, With Our Fine Moral Code And Our Precious Freedom, Consists Ultimately In Accepting Ourselves As We Are.