Being Good Is Easy, What Is Difficult

Such Is The Remorseless Progression Of Human Society, Shedding Lives And Souls As It Goes On Its Way. It Is An Ocean Into Which Men Sink Who Have Been Cast Out By The Law And Consigned, With Help Most Cruelly Withheld, To Moral Death. The Sea Is The Pitiless Social Darkness Into Which The Penal System Casts Those It Has Condemned, An Unfathomable Waste Of Misery. The Human Soul, Lost In Those Depths, May Become A Corpse. Who Shall Revive It?

To Know, To Think, To Dream. That Is Everything.

Men Like Me Are Impossible Until The Day When They Become Necessary.

The Poetic Element Lying Hidden In Most Women Is The Source Of Their Magnetic Attraction.

Be Happy Without Picking Flaws.