As I walk, I construct perfect sentences that I cannot remember later at home. I don’t know if the ineffable poetry of those sentences derived from what they were or from their never having been (written).

Life is good, but Wine is better.

Should you ask me if I'm happy, I'll answer that I'm not.

I was a poet animated by philosophy, not a philosopher with poetic faculties.

Why is art beautiful? Because it's useless. Why is life ugly? Because it's all ends and purposes and intentions.

There's a non-existent peace in the uncertain quietness

I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me.