Nothing Proves That We Are

To Live Signifies To Believe And Hope - To Lie And To Lie To Oneself.

If Each Of Us Were To Confess His Most Secret Desire, The One That Inspires All His Plans, All His Actions, He Would Say: "i Want To Be Praised."

Music Is The Refuge Of Souls Ulcerated By Happiness.

No One Should Forget: Eros Alone Can Fulfill Life; Knowledge, Never. Only Eros Makes Sense; Knowledge Is Empty Infinity; – For Thoughts, There Is Always Time; Life Has Its Time; There Is No Thought That Comes Too Late; Any Desire Can Become A Regret.

Melancholy Redeems This Universe, And Yet It Is Melancholy That Separates Us From It.