In Paris, Everybody Wants To Be An

There's No Such Thing As Love; Only Proof Of Love.

All Spiritual Journeys Are Martyrdoms

The Course Of A River Is Almost Always Disapproved Of By The Source.

I Am Happy To Exhibit, But Not To Put Myself On Exhibition.

The Poet, By Composing Poems, Uses A Language That Is Neither Dead Nor Living, That Few People Speak, And Few People Understand We Are The Servants Of An Unknown Force That Lives Within Us, Manipulates Us, And Dictates This Language To Us.