My Only Politics Have Been Friendship.

What Uniform Can I Wear To Hide My Heavy Heart? It Is Too Heavy. It Will Always Show.

We Must Believe In Luck. For How Else Can We Explain The Success Of Those We Don't Like?

One Should Always Talk Well About Oneself! The Word Spreads Around And In The End, Noone Remembers Where It Started

We Shelter An Angel Within Us. We Must Be The Guardians Of That Angel.

Poetry Is A Religion Without Hope. The Poet Exhausts Himself In Its Service, Knowing That, In The Long Run, A Masterpiece Is Nothing But The Performance Of A Trained Dog On Very Shaky Ground.