Atheism Is Rather In The Lip, Than

Time Is The Author Of Authors.

I Like, You May Say, The Glitter And Colour That Comes From The Mouth, And I've Always Hoped In A Sense To Be Able To Paint The Mouth Like Monet Painted A Sunset.

The Serpent If It Wants To Become The Dragon Must Eat Itself.

Some Paint Comes Across Directly Onto The Nervous System And Other Paint Tells You The Story In A Long Diatribe Through The Brain.

There Is Nothing Makes A Man Suspect Much, More Than To Know Little.