Good Luck Is A Giddy

Oh What Lies There Are In Kisses! And Their Guile So Well Prepared! Sweet The Snaring Is; But This Is Sweeter Still, To Be Ensnared.

Out Of My Great Sorrows, I Make Little Songs.

The Stones Here Speak To Me, And I Know Their Mute Language. Also, They Seem Deeply To Feel What I Think. So A Broken Column Of The Old Roman Times, An Old Tower Of Lombardy, A Weather- Beaten Gothic Piece Of A Pillar Understands Me Well. But I Am A Ruin Myself, Wandering Among Ruins.

Ordinarily He Was Insane, But He Had Lucid Moments When He Was Merely Stupid

I Will Not Say That Women Have No Character; Rather, They Have A New One Every Day.