And If I Drink Oblivion

The Stench Of The Trail Of Ego In Our History. It Is Ego - Ego, The Fountain Cry, Origin, Sole Source Of War.

Friendship, I Fancy, Means One Heart Between Two.

We Know The Degree Of Refinement In People By The Matter They Laugh At And The Ring Of The Laugh.

The Debts We Owe Ourselves Are The Hardest To Pay.

The Most Dire Disaster In Love Is The Death Of Imagination.