What's Happening In Russia Is Devoid Of

Perhaps Art Is Simply An Organism's Reaction Against Its Retentive Limitations.

If One's Fated To Be Born In Caesar's Empire, Let Him Live Aloof, Provincial, By The Seashore.

I Don't Have Principles. I Have Nerves.

The Moment That You Place Blame Somewhere, You Undermine Your Resolve To Change Anything.

If A Poet Has Any Obligation Toward Society, It Is To Write Well. Being In The Minority, He Has No Other Choice. Failing This Duty, He Sinks Into Oblivion. Society, On The Other Hand, Has No Obligation Toward The Poet.