Tragedy is clean, it is restful, it is flawless.
All prisons are brimming over with innocence. It is those who cram their fellows into them, in the name of empty ideas, who are the only guilty ones.
In your efforts to dazzle us your reasoning has gone awry. You know very well that love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
Things are beautiful if you love them.
Inspiration? - a hoax fabricated by poets for their self-importance.
Nothing is irreparable in politics.