What Is Fright By Night Is Curiosity

The Wicked Envy And Hate; It Is Their Way Of Admiring.

The True Artist Can Only Labor Con Amore.

Everything Being A Constant Carnival, There Is No Carnival Left.

Love Resembles A Tree: It Bends Under Its Own Weight, Deeply Rooted In Our Being And Sometimes Turns Green In The Ruins Of A Heart.

Between The Government Which Does Evil And The People Who Accept It - There Is A Certain Shameful Solidarity.