We Have All Been Beaten! Each One

He Dreamed Of Funeral Love, But Dreams Crumble And The Tomb Abides

Life Must Be A Constant Education; One Must Learn Everything, From Speaking To Dying.

Art Is Nothing Without Form.

One Must Laugh And Weep, Love, Work, Enjoy And Suffer, In Short Vibrate As Much As Possible In All His Being.

He Loved The Extensive Vaults Where You Could Hear The Night Birds And The Sea Breeze; He Loved The Craggy Ruins Bound Together By Ivy, Those Dark Halls, And Any Appearance Of Death And Destruction. Having Fallen So Far From So High A Position, He Loved Anything That Had Also Fallen From A Great Height