Friend Is Sometimes A Word Devoid Of

My Day's Work Will Begin Again The Next Morning. The Tomb Is Not A Blind Alley.

It Is The End. But Of What? The End Of France? No. The End Of Kings? Yes.

Pain Is As Diverse As Man. One Suffers As One Can.

To Pay Compliments To The One We Love Is The First Method Of Caressing, A Demi-audacity Venturing. A Compliment Is Something Like A Kiss Through A Veil.

Animals Are Nothing But The Portrayal Of Our Virtues And Vices Made Manifest To Our Eyes, The Visible Reflections Of Our Souls.