Woe To Him Who Doesn't Know How

Each Of Us, Face To Face With Other Men, Is Clothed With Some Sort Of Dignity, But We Know Only Too Well All The Unspeakable Things That Go On In The Heart.

We All Grasp On To A Single Idea Of Ourselves, The Way Aging People Dye Their Hair. It’s No Matter That This Dye Doesn’t Fool You. My Lady, You Don’t Dye Your Hair To Decieve Other People, Or To Fool Yourself, But Rather To Cheat Your Image In Your Mirror A Little.

Buffoons, Buffoons! One Can Play Any Tune On Them!

I Am An "unrealized" Character, Dramatically Speaking.

None Of Us Can Estimate What We Do When We Do It From Instinct.