Personally I Have No Bone To Pick

The Tears Of The World Are A Constant Quantity. For Each One Who Begins To Weep, Somewhere Else Another Stops. The Same Is True Of The Laugh.

What Is That Unforgettable Line?

Every Word Is Like An Unnecessary Stain On Silence And Nothingness.

Do You Always Believe In The Life To Come? Mine Was Always That.

We Lose Our Hair, Our Teeth! Our Bloom, Our Ideals.