Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
I am spending delightful afternoons in my garden, watching everything living around me. As I grow older, I feel everything departing, and I love everything with more passion.
I am an artist... I am here to live out loud.
I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.
A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.