The Snow Doesn't Give A Soft White

The Artist Is No Other Than He Who Unlearns What He Has Learned, In Order To Know Himself.

Things Which In My Mind Blossom Will Stumble Beneath A Clumsiest Disguise Appear Capable Of Fragility And Indecision

When God Decided To Invent Everything He Took One Reath Bigger Than A Circustent And Everything Began

Love Is The Every Only God

By The Way, A Gendarme Assured Me This Is Not A Prison.