The True Artist Can Only

Between The Government Which Does Evil And The People Who Accept It - There Is A Certain Shameful Solidarity.

Symmetry Is Tedious, And Tedium Is The Very Basis Of Mourning. Despair Yawns.

All Who Suffer Are Full Of Hatred; All Who Live Drag A Remorse: The Dead Alone Have Broken Their Chains.

I'm Not In The World To Guard My Own Life, But To Guard Souls

Ma Vie Est Une énigme Dont Ton Nom Est Le Mot. (my Life Is An Enigma, Of Which Your Name Is The Word.)