Never Let Oneself Be Guided

Destiny Smiles Upon Me But Without Making Me The Least Bit Happier.

The Call Of Love Sounds Very Hollow Among These Immobile Rocks.

I Also Had A Brother Who Was Like Me A Musician And A Composer. A Man Of Great Talent, Far More Gifted Than I. He Died Very Young... He Killed Himself In The Prime Of His Life.

Tradition Is The Spreading Of Fire And Not The Veneration Of Ashes.

Tradition Is Laziness.