The Extreme Limit Of Wisdom, That's What

I Succeeded In Bewitching A Fair Number And In Being Intoxicated With My Mistakes.

The Ear Disapproves But Tolerates Certain Musical Pieces; Transfer Them Into The Domain Of Our Nose, And We Will Be Forced To Flee.

Since The Day Of My Birth, My Death Began Its Walk. It Is Walking Toward Me, Without Hurrying.

Statues To Great Men Are Made Of The Stones Thrown At Them In Their Lifetime.

There Are Poets And There Are Grownups.