To Offend Is My Pleasure; I Love

My Soul, Be Satisfied With Flowers, With Fruit, With Weeds Even; But Gather Them In The One Garden You May Call Your Own.

A Great Nose May Be An Index Of A Great Soul

A Kiss, When All Is Said, What Is It? An Oath That's Given Closer Than Before; A Promise More Precise; The Sealing Of Confessions That Till Then Were Barely Breathed; A Rosy Dot Placed On The I In Loving.

To Offend Is My Pleasure; I Love To Be Hated.

A Pessimist Is A Man Who Tells The Truth Prematurely.