We Are Condemned To Live Together.

Life Is A Story And God Is Author.life Is Absurd.i Think So.

Truly Fertile Music, The Only Kind That Will Move Us, That We Shall Truly Appreciate, Will Be A Music Conducive To Dream, Which Banishes All Reason And Analysis. One Must Not Wish First To Understand And Then To Feel. Art Does Not Tolerate Reason.

When I Look At My Life And Its Secret Colors, I Feel Like Bursting Into Tears.

For There Is Merely Bad Luck In Not Being Loved; There Is Misfortune In Not Loving.

Yes, And When The Love Of Life Disappears, No Meaning Can Console Us.