I Want To Keep Smashing Myself Until

Beauty Always Has Something Remote.

Everything One Records Contains A Grain Of Hope, No Matter How Deeply It May Come From Despair.

Words Are Not Too Old, Only People Are Too Old If They Use The Same Words Too Frequently.

Slumbering In Every Human Being Lies An Infinity Of Possibilities, Which One Must Not Arouse In Vain. For It Is Terrible When The Whole Man Resonates With Echoes And Echoes, None Becoming A Real Voice.

In Five Minutes The Earth Would Be A Desert, And You Cling To Books.