The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
The weak in courage is strong in cunning.
The nakedness of woman is the work of God.
General knowledges are those knowledges that idiots possess.
Every man who is not an artist is a traitor to his own nature.
For all eternity, I forgive you and you forgive me.