My Humanity Is A Constant Self-overcoming.

It May Be That Until Now There Has Been No More Potent Means For Beautifying Man Himself Than Piety: It Can Turn Man Into So Much Art, Surface, Play Of Colors, Graciousness That His Sight No Longer Makes One Suffer.---

The Real Question Is: How Much Truth Can I Stand?

Is Life Not A Thousand Times Too Short For Us To Bore Ourselves?

I Am Not A Man, I Am Dynamite!

We Are, All Of Us, Growing Volcanoes That Approach The Hour Of Their Eruption, But How Near Or Distant That Is, Nobody Knows- Not Even God.