That is the thankless position of the father in the family-the provider for all, and the enemy of all.

Oh, I have loved him too much to feel no hate for him.

Love between a man and woman is war.

I love her and she loves me, and we hate each other with a wild hatred born of love.

People are constantly clamoring for the joy of life. As for me, I find the joy of life in the hard and cruel battle of life - to learn something is a joy to me.

I find my joy of living in the fierce and ruthless battles of life, and my pleasure comes from learning something.

I do not care about my own appearance, but I would hope that people could see into my soul, and that is presented better in these photographs than in others. (On his self-portraits)