We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.

There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.

When magic through nerves and reason passes, Imagination, force, and passion will thunder. The portrait of the world is changed.

Is my victory real, does the winner adorned with a laurel wreath ask this question? Do I deserve victory or did I steal it from someone who is more worthy of victory?

Burning the witch Giordano Bruno is one more wound inflicted on Christ’s body.

We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.

Senses empower limitations, senses expand vision within borders, senses promote understanding through pleasure.

To go where no one else has ever gone before is the secret of heroism.

All people are enslaved by something.

It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things and even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.