Nature Is The Difference Between The Soul

Give To Each Emotion A Personality, To Each State Of Mind A Soul.

To Be Understood Is To Prostitute Oneself

I Wasn’t Meant For Reality, But Life Came And Found Me.

Life Hurls Us Like A Stone, And We Sail Through The Air Saying, "look At Me Move.

If Life Has Given Us No More Than A Prison Cell, Let's At Least Decorate It As Best We Can-with The Shadows Of Our Dreams, Their Colourful Patterns Engraving Our Oblivion On The Static Surface Of The Walls.