A man may say$$$ "From now on I'm going to speak the truth." But the truth hears him and runs away and hides before he's even done speaking.

Unfortunately for the betterment of mankind it is not always the fair-minded who are in the right.

Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy. Music is the electrical soil in which the spirit lives$$$ thinks and invents.

They give birth astride of a grave$$$ the light gleams an instant$$$ then it's night once more.

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

Every passion borders on the chaotic$$$ but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories.

We're all of us haunted and haunting.

Measure me while I live - after it will be too late.

Boot the grime of this world in the crotch dear.

We should tend our freedom wisely.