The Man Who Is Master Of His

What Grape To Keep Its Place In The Sun, Taught Our Ancestors To Make Wine?

The River Of Truth Is Always Splitting Up Into Arms That Reunite. Islanded Between Them, The Inhabitants Argue For A Lifetime As To Which Is The Mainstream.

We Love But Once, For Once Only Are We Perfectly Equipped For Loving.

No City Should Be Too Large For A Man To Walk Out Of In A Morning.

Vulgarity Is The Garlic In The Salad Of Charm.