In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.

I am like the heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.

Except for Love, nothing you see will remain forever.

Run from what's comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll be mad.

Learn the alchemy true human beings know. The moment you accept what troubles you've been given the door with open.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives. But this dove here senses the love hawk floating above, and waits, and will not be driven or scared to safety.

Pure souls, didn’t I tell you not to be seduced by this colorful world for I am the Ultimate Painter.