At The Heart Of All Beauty Lies

A Nihilist Is Not One Who Believes In Nothing , But One Who Does Not Believe In What Exists.

The More I Produce, The Less I Am Certain. On The Road Along Which The Artist Walks, Night Falls Ever More Densely. Finally, He Dies Blind.

In Order To Exist, Man Must Rebel.

I Rebel; Therefore I Exist.

Indeed, Men Never Know How To Love. Nothing Satisfies Them. All They Know Is To Dream, To Imagine New Duties, To Look For New Countries And New Homes. While We Women, We Know That We Must Hasten To Love, To Share The Same Bed, Hold Hands, And Fear Absence. When We Women Love, We Dream Of Nothing.