In A World That Has

There Are People Who Prefer To Look Their Fate In The Eye

Find Your Happiness In Yourself.

The More I Produce, The Less I Am Certain. On The Road Along Which The Artist Walks, Night Falls Ever More Densely. Finally, He Dies Blind.

In Fact, Other People Create For Lack Of Power. I, On The Other Hand, Do Not Need A Work: I Live.

Generally, I Like All Islands. There, It Is Easier To Rule.