My Blood Is Alive With

The Knowledge Of Impermanence That Haunts Our Days Is Their Very Fragrance.

Joy Is A Marvelous Increasing Of What Exists, A Pure Addition Out Of Nothingness.

A Work Of Art Is Good If It Has Arisen Out Of Necessity. That Is The Only Way One Can Judge It.

...a Carefree Letting Go Of Oneself, Not A Caution, But A Wise Blindness.

Fame Is The Sum Of The Misunderstanding That Gathers About A New Name.