I Had Little Talent For Happiness.

Abode Where Lost Bodies Roam Each Searching For Its Lost One.

Our Vulgar Perception Is Not Concerned With Other Than Vulgar Phenomena.

In My Head There Are Several Windows, That I Do Know, But Perhaps It Is Always The Same One, Open Variously On The Parading Universe.

If You Do Not Love Me I Shall Not Be Loved If I Do Not Love You I Shall Not Love.

No Painting Is More Replete Than Mondrian's.