A Great Wind Is Blowing, And That

You Philosophers Are Lucky Men. You Write On Paper And Paper Is Patient. Unfortunate Empress That I Am, I Write On The Susceptible Skins Of Living Beings.

Happiness And Unhappiness Are In The Heart And Spirit Of Each One Of Us: If You Feel Unhappy, Then Place Yourself Above That And Act So That Your Happiness Does Not Get To Be Dependent On Anything.

If Russians Knew How To Read, They Would Write Me Off.

Any Man Who Doesn't Partake In Cigar Smoking Is Nothing More Than A Weak-willed, Meandering Oaf, And I Would Never Put My Lips To Those Of Any Creature, Man Or Beast, Whose Lips Were Not Fresh Awash In The Currents Of Cigar Smoke.'

A Great Wind Is Blowing, And That Gives You Either Imagination Or A Headache.