With My Own Group I

Lost In Loneliness And Pain. Black And Unendurable, Thinking Of You With Every Corpuscle Of My Flesh, In Every Instant Of Night And Day.

Love Is The Garment Of Knowledge.

Crooked Cards And Straight Whiskey, Slow Horses And Fast Women.

Men Who Live Like Casanova Are Seldom Interested In Themselves; Their Egocentricity Does Not Give Them Time For Egotism.

Bohemia Is A Commune In Which The Revolution Is Over And Everyone Is A Member Of The Aristocracy