It Is Medicine, Not Poison, I Offer

Nothing Under The Sun Is Accidental, Least Of All That Of Which The Intention Is So Clearly Evident.

Yesterday I Lived, Today I Suffer, Tomorrow I Die; But I Still Think Fondly, Today And Tomorrow, Of Yesterday.

The True Vagrant Is The Only King Above All Comparison.

The Search For Truth Is More Precious Than Its Possession.

How Can Such Deep-imprinted Images Sleep In Us At Times, Till A Word, A Sound, Awake Them?