Dirt Has Been Shrewdly Termed "misplaced Material.

In The Opera We Call Love, The Libretto Is Almost Nothing.

Who Then Understands The Reciprocal Flux And Reflux Of The Infinitely Great And The Infinitely Small, The Echoing Of Causes In The Abysses Of Being, And The Avalanches Of Creation?

The Wicked Envy And Hate; It Is Their Way Of Admiring.

Almost All Our Desires, When Examined, Contain Something Too Shameful To Reveal.

He Who Is Not Master Of His Own Thoughts Is Not Accountable For His Own Deeds.