Happiness May Have But One Night, As

The Blood Of My Motherland Waters A Magic Plant That Cures All Ills. That Plant Is Art, And Sometimes Art Needs Corruption As A Kind Of Fertilizer

Any Cigar Smoker Is A Friend, Because I Know How He Feels.

Perfection Does Not Exist; To Understand It Is The Triumph Of Human Intelligence; To Expect To Possess It Is The Most Dangerous Kind Of Madness.

A Happy Memory Is Perhaps On This Earth Truer Than Happiness Itself.

With A Kiss Let Us Set Out For An Unknown World.