Perfection Is Attained, Not When

What Sets Men At Variance Is But The Treachery Of Language, For Always They Desire The Same Things.

You're Beautiful, But You're Empty.... No One Could Die For You.

I Saw The Sunset Forty-four Times!

There Is Nothing That Can Equal The Treasure Of So Many Shared Memories.

Well, I Must Endure The Presence Of A Few Caterpillars If I Wish To Become Acquainted With The Butterflies.