My Soul Travels On The Smell Of

To The Solemn Graves, Near A Lonely Cemetery, My Heart Like A Muffled Drum Is Beating Funeral Marches.

Those Men Get Along Best With Women Who Can Get Along Best Without Them.

No Task Is A Long One But The Task On Which One Dare Not Start. It Becomes A Nightmare.

L'imagination Est La Reine Du Vrai, Et Le Possible Est Une Des Provinces Du Vrai. Imagination Is The Queen Of The Truth And The Possible Is One Of The Provinces Of The Truth.

On The Vaporization And The Centralization Of The Self. All Is There.