The Beautiful Is Always Bizarre.

Even When She Walks One Would Believe That She Dances.

The Will To Work Must Dominate, For Art Is Long And Time Is Brief.

Nature Is A Temple In Which Living Columns Sometimes Emit Confused Words. Man Approaches It Through Forests Of Symbols, Which Observe Him With Familiar Glances.

I Am A Cemetery By The Moon Unblessed.

It Would Perhaps Be Nice To Be Alternately The Victim And The Executioner.