The Beauty Of Life Are

Our Minds Can Shape The Way A Thing Will Be Because We Act According To Our Expectations.

Freedom, Especially A Woman's Freedom, Is A Conquest To Be Made, Not A Gift To Be Received. It Isn't Granted. It Must Be Taken.

Everyone Knows That Time Is Death, That Death Hides In Clocks. Imposing Another Time Powered By The Clock Of The Imagination, However, Can Refuse His Law. Here, Freed Of The Grim Reaper's Scythe, We Learn That Pain Is Knowledge And All Knowledge Pain.

If There Were A Little More Silence, If We All Kept Quiet...maybe We Could Understand Something.

If I'm A Cruel Satirist At Least I'm Not A Hyprocrite: I Never Judge What Other People Do. Neither A Politician Nor A Priest, I Never Censor What Others Do. Neither A Philospher Nor A Psychiatrist, I Never Bother Trying To Analyze Or Resolve My Fears And Neuroses.