Eat, Drink And Love...the Rest Is Not

Of Religion I Know Nothing -- At Least, In Its Favor.

A Drop Of Ink May Make A Million Think.

Oh Who Can Tell, Save He Whose Heart Hath Tried.

I Live Not In Myself, But I Become Portion Of That Around Me: And To Me High Mountains Are A Feeling, But The Hum Of Human Cities Torture.

Curiosity Kills Itself; And Love Is Only Curiosity, As Is Proved By Its End.