All mothers breed dead children.They shall, perhaps, live later.When no longer dead, they are bornNot—by coincidence, by choice.

It’s just another stop on the curvy roadthe final encounterfor the man who has liveddeath is the answer.

Do not judge a woman on her knees_you never know how tall she is when she stands!

I ain’t scared to lend a handI ain’t scared to clench it either

Women in love are patheticand I cannot be bothered, for now, I am back to metaphysicsand my armpits gather hair.

I have not encouraged talk about man’s holy privacy, although I do respect and defend man’s right to have it.

We quenched the bulging flame, amongst the ashes embers of fire remain

The match I struck shall not run deadYou’re my first inhale, my last cigarette.

Lonely you linger in a league above poetry.

No man has the courage to approach her or initiate questions she herself rise, for all men fear a fascist and she can very well be a fascist’s wife.

What differentiated us was our perception of our mutual reality, which made no difference.

People don’t always value life, even their own, as much as they should.

I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinions of himself than on the opinions of others.

I have loved colours, and not flowers;Their motion, not the swallows wings;And wasted more than half my hoursWithout the comradeship of things.

Technology by default became the thing that was a new thing that had swept in and was altering it everything.

It is true that the environment does have an influence but what has much greater effect on the artist is love or hatred.He uses his setting to express these things.

Every experience that you experience yourself you use, because that's our craft.

I'm extremely unbearable. You know, I'm narcissistic and at the same time I'm very charming - I think.

The length of life takes the leading place among inquiries about events following birth.

Yoga is the study of the human body. It is the surge for the human soul.

Sooner or later everything you thought you'd left behind comes around again. For good or ill, it comes around again.