Boredom Turns To Panic If My Beloved

Errors Are More Numerous Than Truths, But Fortunately Too Divided Among Themselves To Take Power.

Arrogance Rides Triumphantly Through The Gates, Barely Glancing At The Old Woman About To Cut The Rope And Spring Shut The Trap.

Nothing Goes Sour More Easily Than The Life Of Pleasure.

Something Is Sticking Out Its Tongue At Me From The Corner Of My Mirror.

Minds Will Wander Even During The Last Judgment.