Well, everybody has a history.
For God's sake,' the dog is saying, 'open the universe a little more!
A human soul devoid of longing was a soul deformed, deprived of its highest good, sick unto death.
My face too blind, my mind too limited, my instincts too narrow. But this intensity, doesn't it mean anything?
Whoever wants to reach a distant goal must take small steps.
Art is order, made out of the chaos of life.