The Mouth Keeps Silent To Hear The

Become Corrupt, Corrupt, And You Will Cease To Suffer!" This Has Been The Cry Of All Cities To Man.

Reason May Cure Illusions, But Not Suffering.

If Love Is A Play, This Play, As Old As The World, Fiasco Or Not, It Is, All In All, The Least Bad Thing That Has So Far Been Found. The Roles Are Trite, I Admit, But If The Play Had No Value The Whole Universe Wouldn’t Know It By Heart

Doubt, If You Will, The Being Who Loves You, Woman Or Dog, But Never Doubt Love Itself.

Romanticism Is The Abuse Of Adjectives