The True Masters Of The Art Of

Death Is Beautiful. It Alone Gives Love Its True Habitat.

Every Man Thinks God Is On His Side. The Rich And Powerful Know He Is.

However Tight I Shut My Eyes, There Will Always Be A Stray Dog Somewhere In The World Who'll Stop Me Being Happy.

Life Is Very Nice, But It Lacks Form. It's The Aim Of Art To Give It Some.

Believe Me; All Evil Comes From The Old. They Grow Fat On Ideas And Young Men Die Of Them.