I Dream Of A Language Whose Words,

However Much I Have Frequented The Mystics, Deep Down I Have Always Sided With The Devil; Unable To Equal Him In Power, I Have Tried To Be Worthy Of Him, At Least, In Insolence, Acrimony, Arbitrariness And Caprice.

Chaos Is Rejecting All You Have Learned, Chaos Is Being Yourself.

Each Of Us Must Pay For The Slightest Damage He Inflicts Upon A Universe Created For Indifference And Stagnation, Sooner Or Later, He Will Regret Not Having Left It Intact.

Tolerance - The Function Of An Extinguished Ardor - Tolerance Cannot Seduce The Young.

The Amount Of Chiaroscuro An Idea Harbors Is The Only Index Of Its Profundity.