Elegance Ceases To Exist When

A Car Can Massage Organs Which No Masseur Can Reach. It Is The One Remedy For The Disorders Of The Great Sympathetic Nervous System.

Perhaps I Know To What Extent I Can Go Too Far.

I Am Happy To Exhibit, But Not To Put Myself On Exhibition.

The Poet Is At The Disposal Of The Night. His Role Is Humble, He Must Clean House And Await Its Due Visitation.

Stupidity Is Always Astounding, No Matter How Often One Encounters It.