Without Resistance You Can Do Nothing

It Is Not I Who Become Addicted, It Is My Body.

What Uniform Can I Wear To Hide My Heavy Heart? It Is Too Heavy. It Will Always Show.

Mirrors Should Think Longer Before They Reflect.

Beauty Makes One Lose One's Head. Poetry Is Born Of This Decapitation

The Actual Tragedies Of Life Bear No Relation To One's Preconceived Ideas. In The Event, One Is Always Bewildered By Their Simplicity, Their Grandeur Of Design, And By That Element Of The Bizarre Which Seems Inherent In Them.