Our Journey Is Entirely Imaginary.

Lots Of Men Are Like That, Their Artistic Leanings Never Go Beyond A Weakness For Shapely Thighs.

An Unfamiliar City Is A Fine Thing. That's The Time And Place When You Can Suppose That All The People You Meet Are Nice. It's Dream Time.

Experience Is A Dim Lamp, Which Only Lights The One Who Bears It.

When It Becomes Really Impossible To Get Away And Sleep, Then The Will To Live Evaporates Of Its Own Accord.

Almost Every Desire A Poor Man Has Is A Punishable Offence.