Perfumes Are The Feelings Of

Money Is The God Of Our Time, And Rothschild Is His Prophet.

Matrimony; The High Sea For Which No Compass Has Yet Been Invented.

Where Words Cease, There Music Begins.

Terrible As Is War, It Yet Displays The Spiritual Grandeur Of Man Daring To Defy His Mightiest Hereditary Enemy--death.

But A Day Must Come When The Fire Of Youth Will Be Quenched In My Veins, When Winter Will Dwell In My Heart, When His Snow Flakes Will Whiten My Locks, And His Mists Will Dim My Eyes. Then My Friends Will Lie In Their Lonely Grave, And I Alone Will Remain Like A Solitary Stalk Forgotten By The Reaper.