Childhood Knows What It Wants - To

I Have A Piece Of Great And Sad News To Tell You: I Am Dead.

Art Is Science Made Flesh.

Mirrors Should Think Longer Before They Reflect.

Since These Mysteries Exceed My Grasp, I Shall Pretend To Have Organized Them.

The Worst Tragedy For A Poet Is To Be Admired Through Being Misunderstood.