The Production Of Souls Is The Secret

Puns Are The Droppings Of Soaring Wits.

At Least You Are Mine! Soon – In A Few Months, Perhaps, My Angel Will Sleep In My Arms, Will Awaken In My Arms, Will Live There. All Your Thought At All Moments, All Your Looks Will Be For Me; All My Thought, All My Moments, All My Looks Will Be For You!

Greater Than The Tread Of Mighty Armies Is An Idea Whose Time Has Come.

To Err Is Human. To Loaf Is Parisian.

Go To Sleep In Peace. God Is Awake.