Experience Is The Name Men Give To

Know That There Is Often Hidden In Us A Dormant Poet, Always Young And Alive.

I Cannot Help It - In Spite Of Myself, Infinity Torments Me.

In My Flowery Dreams There's Always You. I Do Not Regret It One Bit.

If Love Is A Play, This Play, As Old As The World, Fiasco Or Not, It Is, All In All, The Least Bad Thing That Has So Far Been Found. The Roles Are Trite, I Admit, But If The Play Had No Value The Whole Universe Wouldn’t Know It By Heart

There Is No Worse Sorrow Than Remembering Happiness In The Day Of Sorrow.