Sleep Is Lovely, Death Is

Silence Can Be Defined As Conversation With An Englishman

In The Image Of The Lion Made He Kittens Small And Curious.

I Live! Red Life Boils In My Veins, Earth Yields Beneath My Feet, In The Glow Of Love I Embrace Trees And Statues, And They Live In My Embrace. Every Woman Is To Me The Gift Of A World. I Revel In The Melody Of Her Countenance, And With A Single Glance Of My Eye I Can Enjoy More Than Others With Their Every Limb Through All Their Lives.

Human Misery Is Too Great For Men To Die Without Faith.

The Artist Is The Child In The Popular Fable, Every One Of Whose Tears Was A Pearl.