With Few Words I Shall

Serene I Fold My Hands And Wait.

If I Am More Alive Because Love Burns And Chars Me, As A Fire, Given Wood Or Wind, Feels New Elation, It's That He Who Lays Me Low Is My Salvation, And Invigorates The More, The More He Scars Me.

Do You Know That Women Who Are Chaste Remain Much Fresher Than Those Who Are Not?

So Take Care Of Your Life And Take Notice And Be Observant, For The Number Of Widows Is Always Far Greater Than The Number Of Widowers.

If People Knew How Hard I Worked At My Art, They Would Not Consider Me A Genius.