My Only Two Weapons: Time And Silence.

Literature Is A State Of Culture, Poetry Is A State Of Grace, Before And After Culture.

A Fantasy Can Be Equivalent To A Paradise And If The Fantasy Passes, Better Yet, Because Eternal Paradise Would Be Very Boring.

Love, You Are Eternal Like Springtime.

Rodin Picks A Mushroom Delighted, And Shows It To Madame Rodin... "look," He Says Excitedly, "and That Takes But A Single Night! In One Night All These Are Made, All These Lamellas. That Is Good Work."

My Only Two Weapons: Time And Silence.