Where I Live, Everything Is

I Still Fall For Your Everyday.

Each Man Carries Within Him The Soul Of A Poet Who Died Young.

When One Wishes To Play The Wit, He Sometimes Wander A Little From The Truth.

Good Taste" Is A Virtue Of The Keepers Of Museums. If You Scorn Bad Taste, You Will Have Neither Painting Nor Dancing, Neither Palaces Nor Gardens.

Action And Personal Happiness Have No Truck With Each Other; They Are Eternally At War.