You too have weapons.
In me, by myself, without human relationship, there are no visible lies. The limited circle is pure.
I never wish to be easily defined.
It's impossible to defend oneself in the absence of goodwill
Idleness is the beginning of all vice, the crown of all virtues.
Art flies around truth, but with the definite intention of not getting burnt. Its capacity lies in finding in the dark void a place where the beam of light can be intensely caught, without this having been perceptible before.