Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
Poetry is a religion with no hope.
And history becomes legend and legend becomes history.
And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.