A Prig Always Finds A Last Refuge

I Love Cats Because I Enjoy My Home; And Little By Little, They Become Its Visible Soul.

Whatever The World Condemns You For, Make It Your Own. It Is Yourself.

Mirrors Should Reflect A Little Before Throwing Back Images.

The Dead Drug Leaves A Ghost Behind. At Certain Hours It Haunts The House.

I Know That Poetry Is Indispensable, But To What I Could Not Say.