Art is apotheosis; often, the complaint of beauty.

You ask how it is possible to be your own father and son. You should seek answers, although it is better to anticipate some, to be the light and dream.

To risk life to save a smile on a face of a woman or a child is the secret of chivalry.

Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning.

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds.

Busy with the ugliness of the expensive success We forget the easiness of free beautyLying sad right around the corner, Only an instant removed, Unnoticed and squandered.

And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.

Trying too hard to be too good, even when trying to be bad, is too good for the bad, too bad for the good.