Does Not Everything Depend On Our Interpretation

It Is Not Love That Is Blind, But Jealousy.

We Are The Children Of Our Landscape; It Dictates Behavior And Even Thought In The Measure To Which We Are Responsive To It.

Everyone Loathes His Own Country And Countrymen If He Is Any Sort Of Artist.

What Are Stars But Points In The Body Of God Where We Insert The Healing Needles Of Our Terror And Longing?

Shyness Has Laws You Can Only Give Yourself; Tragically To Those Who Least Understand.