Our Breath Is Brief, And Being So

Even Goats May Have Starlight In Their Eyes.

The Wanderlust Has Got Me... By The Belly-aching Fire

I Have An Intense Dislike For Artificial Society. In France, One Could Lead A Free Life - To Do What One Wanted To Do Without Interference Or Criticism From One's Neighbors.

Old Year! Upon The Stage Of Time You Stand To Bow Your Last Adieu; A Moment, And The Prompter's Chime Will Ring The Curtain Down On You.

It's The Steady, Quiet, Plodding Ones Who Win In The Lifelong Race.