There Are No Friends; Only

I Am Not Sincere, Even When I Say I Am Not.

Clarity Is The Politeness Of The Man Of Letters.

I Am Afraid I Shall Not Find Him, But I Shall Still Look For Him, For If He Exists, He May Be Appreciative Of My Efforts.

The Horse Is The Only Animal Into Which One Can Bang Nails.

Dreaming Is To Think By Moonlight By The Light Of An Inner Moon.