The Wretchedness Of Failure Is

Sincerity: Willingness To Spend One's Own Money.

Reason Is Sight. Instinct Is Touch. Intuition Is Smell.

Small Faults And Virtues Are For Daily Life. The Big Ones Are For Emergencies.

When My Beloved Arrives, I Yawn. When My Beloved Departs, I Weep.

The Absolute Has Moved Into The Fortress Of The Absurd.