One Cannot Weep For The

What Fun It Would Be To Be Poor, As Long As One Was Excessively Poor! Anything In Excess Is Most Exhilarating

Obligations, Hatreds, Injuries; What Did I Expect My Memories To Be? I Was Forgetting Remorse. Now I Have A Complete Past.

Life Consists Of Nothing More Than The Happiness We Can Get Out Of It.

Inspiration? - A Hoax Fabricated By Poets For Their Self-importance.

The True Masters Of The Art Of Living Are Already Happy.