Art Is Good But It Isn't The

Pride In A Man Is Confused With Dignity; In A Woman, With Self-love.

Happiness Is Always A Coincidence.

The Thirst For Adventure Is The Vent Which Destiny Offers; A War, A Crusade, A Gold Mine, A New Country, Speak To The Imagination And Offer.

The Novel Is Born Of Disillusionment; The Poem, Of Despair.

The Barometer That Shows "variable" Is An Ironic Indictment Of God.