The Taste Of Death Is Upon My

My Great Grandfather Used To Say To His Wife, My Great-grandmother, Who In Turn Told Her Daughter, My Grandmother, Who Repeated It To Her Daughter, My Mother, Who Used To Remind Her Daughter, My Own Sister, That To Talk Well And Eloquently Was A Very Great Art, But That An Equally Great One Was To Know The Right Moment To Stop.

When I Am Traveling In A Carriage, Or Walking After A Good Meal, Or During The Night When I Cannot Sleep; It Is On Such Occasions That Ideas Flow Best And Most Abundantly.

I Am Not Thoughtless But Am Prepared For Anything And As A Result Can Wait Patiently For Whatever The Future Holds In Store, And I'll Be Able To Endure It.

My Fatherland Has Always The First Claim On Me.

The Best Way To Learn Is Through The Powerful Force Of Rhythm.