One can paint with two colors, and draw with one. Three, or four at most, have for centuries been enough men.
He who hides his madman, dies voiceless.
A man who knows neither how to travel nor how to keep a journal has put together this travel journal. But at the moment of signing he is suddenly afraid. So he casts the first stone. Here.
He who has rejected his demons badgers us to death with his angels
I do not know how to make poems
He who doesn't know anger doesn't know anything. He doesn't know the immediate.