It Is Not Inspiration; It Is Expiration.

What Uniform Can I Wear To Hide My Heavy Heart? It Is Too Heavy. It Will Always Show. Jacques Felt Himself Growing Gloomy Again. He Was Well Aware That To Live On Earth A Man Must Follow Its Fashions, And Hearts Were No Longer Worn.

He Has The Manner Of A Giant With The Look Of A Child, A Lazy Activeness, A Mad Wisdom, A Solitude Encompassing The World.

Cultivate Everything The Critics Hated In Your First Work - That's What Makes You Unique.

I Love Cats Because I Enjoy My Home; And Little By Little, They Become Its Visible Soul.

Expect Neither Reward Nor Beatitude. Return Noble Waves For Ignoble.