The Beauty Of Things Must Be That

I Hope It Is True That A Man Can Die And Yet Not Only Live In Others But Give Them Life, And Not Only Life, But That Great Consciousness Of Life.

Write In Recollection And Amazement For Yourself.

It Was A Rainy Night. It Was The Myth Of The Rainy Night.

The Only People For Me Are The Mad Ones, The Ones Who Are Mad To Live, Mad To Talk, Mad To Be Saved.

Paris Is A Woman But London Is An Independent Man Puffing His Pipe In A Pub.