I Am A Cemetery Abhorred By The

To The Solemn Graves, Near A Lonely Cemetery, My Heart Like A Muffled Drum Is Beating Funeral Marches.

A Study Of The Great Malady; Horror Of Home.

Through The Unknown, We'll Find The New

Nations, Like Families, Have Great Men Only In Spite Of Themselves. They Do Everything In Their Power Not To Have Any. And Therefore, The Great Man, In Order To Exist, Must Possess A Force Of Attack Which Is Greater Than The Force Of Resistance Developed By Millions Of People.

I Have More Memories Than If I Were A Thousand Years Old.