Day's Work Is Still To Do, Whatever

Comedy Is An Escape, Not From Truth But From Despair; A Narrow Escape Into Faith.

The Skirts Of The Gods Drag In Our Mud. We Feel The Touch And Take It To Be A Kiss.

Life Is A Hypocrite If I Can't Live The Way It Moves Me.

Who Apart From Ourselves, Can See Any Difference Between Our Victories And Our Defeats?

It Is The Individual Man In His Individual Freedom Who Can Mature With His Warm Spirit The Unripe World.