Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother's womb.

Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation...

The Indian was a religious man from his mother's womb.

Lust is the blessing of the fruit of the womb.

Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation.

If you can't go back to your mother's womb, you'd better learn to be a good fighter.