Humanitarianism Is Rude.

I Look For Myself But Find No One. I Belong To The Chrysanthemum Hour Of Bright Flowers Placed In Tall Vases. I Should Make An Ornament Of My Soul.

There Are Metaphors More Real Than The People Who Walk In The Street.

To Feel Today What One Felt Yesterday Isn't To Feel - It's To Remember Today What Was Felt Yesterday, To Be Today's Living Corpse Of What Yesterday Was Lived And Lost.

I'd Like To Be In The Country So That I'd Could Like Being In The City.

Should You Ask Me If I'm Happy, I'll Answer That I'm Not.