The Beauty That Addresses Itself

And I Refused To Make Any Sacrifices; For Nothing On Earth Seemed More Valuable Than My Peace Of Mind, My Pleasure And My Acclaim.

Life Is A Slate Where All Our Sins Are Written; From Time To Time We Rub The Sponge Of Repentance Over It So We Can Begin Sinning Again.

No One Makes A Revolution By Himself.

You Can Bind My Body, Tie My Hands, Govern My Actions: You Are The Strongest, And Society Adds To Your Power; But With My Will, Sir, You Can Do Nothing.

The Trade Of Authorship Is A Violent, And Indestructible Obsession.