Perfume Is That Last And Best Reserve

One Becomes Moral As Soon As One Is Unhappy.

It Comes So Soon, The Moment When There Is Nothing Left To Wait For.

Under Each Station Of The Real, Another Glimmers.

Do You Suppose That It Is Within Your Power To Insult Me? You Evidently Are Not Aware To Whom You Are Speaking? Do You Imagine That The Envenomed Spittle Of Five Hundred Little Gentlemen Of Your Type, Heaped One Upon Another, Would Succeed In Slobbering So Much As The Tips Of My August Toes?

There Comes In All Our Lives A Time ... When The Ears Can Listen To No Music Save What The Moonlight Breathes Through The Flute Of Silence.