Age Has A Good Mind And Sorry

Perfumed And Gallant Words Make Our Ears Belch.

Let Us Love Winter, For It Is The Spring Of Genius.

With A Goose-quill And A Few Sheets Of Paper, I Mock Myself Of The Universe. They Say I Am The Son Of A Courtesan; It May Be So, But I Have The Heart Of A King. I Live Free, I Enjoy Myself, I Can Call Myself Happy.

We Are The Buffoons Of Our Children.

Why Should I Be Ashamed To Describe What Nature Was Not Ashamed To Create?