In The Friend-place Nothing True Can Be

And If One Of Our Instruments Breaks, It Doesn't Matter. We Have Fallen Into The Place Where Everything Is Music.

As For Us, He Has Appointed The Job Of Permanent Unemployment. If He Wanted Us To Work, After All, He Would Not Have Created This Wine. With A Skinfull Of This, Sir, Would You Rush Out To Commit Economics?

Patience Is The Key To Joy.

The Moment I First Heard Love I Gave Up My Soul, My Heart, And My Eyes.

War, Like Children's Fights, Are Meaningless, Pitiless, And Contemptible.