To Speak The Truth Is Easy And

He Who Never Hurries Is Always On Time.

In The First Few Seconds An Aching Sadness Wrenched His Heart, But It Soon Gave Way To A Feeling Of Sweet Disquiet, The Excitement Of Gypsy Wanderlust

The Tongue May Hide The Truth But The Eyes—never!

I Wouldn’t Like To Meet You When You’ve Got A Revolver,” Said Margarita With A Coquettish Look At Azazello. She Had A Passion For People Who Did Things Well.

I Had The Pleasure Of Meeting That Young Man At The Patriarch's Ponds. He Almost Drove Me Mad Myself, Proving To Me That I Don't Exist. But You Do Believe That It Is Really I?