Sexuality Is The Lyricism Of The Masses.

I Watch The Springs, The Summers, The Autumns; And When Comes The Winter Snow Monotonous, I Shut All The Doors And Shutters To Build In The Night My Fairy Palace.

I Am The Vampire At My Own Veins.

Unable To Do Away With Love, The Church Found A Way To Decontaminate It By Creating Marriage.

Dancing Is Poetry With Arms And Legs.

Genius Is No More Than Childhood Recaptured At Will, Childhood Equipped Now With Man's Physical Means To Express Itself, And With The Analytical Mind That Enables It To Bring Order Into The Sum Of Experience, Involuntarily Amassed.