Even When One Sits In The Prisoner's

Truth And Freedom, Having Few Lovers, Are Demanding Mistresses.

It Is Easier To Kill What We Do Not Know.

This Very Heart Which Is Mine Will Forever Remain Indefinable To Me. Between The Certainty I Have Of My Existence And The Content I Try To Give To That Assurance, The Gap Will Never Be Filled. Forever I Shall Be A Stranger To Myself.

Idleness Is Fatal Only To The Mediocre.

There Is No Fate That Cannot Be Surmounted By Scorn.