The Less Intelligent The White Man Is,

The Scholar Seeks Truth, The Artist Finds.

The Most Beautiful Things Are Those That Madness Prompts And Reason Writes.

Only Fools Don't Contradict Themselves

I Wished For Nothing Beyond Her Smile, And To Walk With Her Thus, Hand In Hand, Along A Sun Warmed, Flower Bordered Path.

The Truth Is That As Soon As We Are No Longer Obliged To Earn Our Living, We No Longer Know What To Do With Our Life And Recklessly Squander It.