Nothing Can Be Done Except Little By

And Over Your Unconsecrated Head You'll Hear The Howling Wolves Lament Their Fate And Yours The Livelong Year.

Beauty Is The Sole Ambition, The Exclusive Goal Of Taste.

What Is Love? The Need Of Coming Out Of One's Self.

It Would Perhaps Be Nice To Be Alternately The Victim And The Executioner.

Love Is The Natural Occupation Of The Man Of Leisure.