There Is No Dream Of

The World Only Goes Round By Misunderstanding.

A Work Of Art Should Be Like A Well-planned Crime.

It Is The Greatest Art Of The Devil To Convince Us He Does Not Exist.

Happy Is The Man Who Can With Vigorous Wing Mount To Those Luminous Serene Fields! The Man Whose Thoughts, Like Larks, Take Liberated Flight Toward The Morning Skies --who Hovers Over Life And Understands Without Effort The Language Of Flowers And Voiceless Things!

There Are Women Who Inspire You With The Desire To Conquer Them And To Take Your Pleasure Of Them; But This One Fills You Only With The Desire To Die Slowly Beneath Her Gaze.