Woe To Him Who Doesn't Know How

In Bed My Real Love Has Always Been The Sleep That Rescued Me By Allowing Me To Dream.

The More Arms And Legs [children] We Have, The Richer We Are.

The Facts Are To Blame, My Friend. We Are All Imprisoned By Facts: I Was Born, I Exist.

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.

I Am An "unrealized" Character, Dramatically Speaking.