The Most Dire Disaster In Love Is

The Stench Of The Trail Of Ego In Our History. It Is Ego - Ego, The Fountain Cry, Origin, Sole Source Of War.

The Season Of Love Is The Carnival Of Egoism And It Brings A Touchstone To Our Natures.

The Well Of True Wit Is Truth Itself.

Comedy Is A Game Played To Throw Reflections Upon Social Life, And It Deals With Human Nature In The Drawing-room Of Civilized Men And Women, Where We Have No Dust Of The Struggling Outer World, No Mire, No Violent Crashes, To Make The Correctness Of The Representation Convincing.

And If I Drink Oblivion Of A Day, / So Shorten I The Stature Of My Soul.