I Seek The Real Stuff Of Life.

The Richest Source Of Creation Is Feeling, Followed By A Vision Of Its Meaning.

I Only Believe In Fire. Life. Fire. Being Myself On Fire I Set Others On Fire. Never Death. Fire And Life.

Descendants Of Pigeons Once Fed By Keats, Byron, George Sand, Chopin And Many Other Famous Lovers Are Still Being Fed, And The Sudden Sound When They All Rise Together, Frightened Away, Is Like The Sound Of Giant Sails Flapping.

Compassion For Our Parents Is The True Sign Of Maturity.

Memory Is A Great Betrayer.