The Life Of A Devotee Is A

What I Need Is A Woman Who Is Something, Anything: Either Very Beautiful Or Very Kind Or In The Last Resort Very Wicked; Very Witty Or Very Stupid, But Something.

The Costliest Women Are The Ones Who Cost Nothing.

The Blood Of My Motherland Waters A Magic Plant That Cures All Ills. That Plant Is Art, And Sometimes Art Needs Corruption As A Kind Of Fertilizer

Great Artists Have No Country.

Doubt, If You Will, The Being Who Loves You, Woman Or Dog, But Never Doubt Love Itself.