You Too Must Seek The Sun.

No Rest Without Love, No Sleep Without Dreams Of Love- Be Mad Or Chill Obsessed With Angels Or Machines, The Final Wish Is Love -cannot Be Bitter, Cannot Deny, Cannot Withhold If Denied: The Weight Is Too Heavy

It's Never To Late To Do Nothing At All.

He Threw Up His Hands And Wrote The Universe Dont Exist And Died To Prove It

You Assume We Are All Sexually Stable; While On The Other Hand, As I Have Become Acquainted With People, I Find That They Are All Perverted Sinners, One Way Or Another, That The Whole Society Is Corrupt And Rotten And Repressed And Unconscious That It Exhibits Its Repression In Various Forms Of Social Sadism.

You Can't Photograph Everything.