The Parade Was Here, But It Disappeared

I Know God Exits, But I Don't Know Where.

Out Of Power, Marxism Can Develop Critical Intelligence; In Power, It Quickly Becomes Stupid.

A Neurotic Can Neither Enjoy His Illusions Nor Give Them Up.

As A Youth, I Sought Out Decadence; As An Elder, I Try To Avoid Decay.

A Beautiful Woman Peers Out Her Window, As Full Of Envy As The Harridan Who Peers Up At Her From The Street.