Behind Me The Branches Of A Wasted

Destiny Smiles Upon Me But Without Making Me The Least Bit Happier.

An Operetta Is Simply A Small And Gay Opera.

Even If People Censure Me, They Should Do So Hat In Hand.

Both My Marriages Were Failures! Number One Departed, And Number Two Stayed

That Which Draws Us By Its Mystical Force; What Every Created Thing, Even The Very Stones, Feels With Absolute Certainty As The Center Of Its Being... Is The Force Of Love. Christians Call This "eternal Blessedness." It Is A Necessity Of Man For Growth And Joy.