My Task Is To Make You Hear,

Kisses Are The Remnants Of Paradise.

He Hated All This, And Somehow He Couldn't Get Away.

But His Soul Was Mad. Being Alone In The Wilderness, It Had Looked Within Itself And, By Heavens I Tell You, It Had Gone Mad.

Protection Is The First Necessity Of Opulence And Luxury.

I Have Been Called Romantic. Well, That Can't Be Helped. But Stay. I Seem To Remember That I Have Been Called A Realist Also. And As That Charge Too Can Be Made Out, Let Us Try To Live Up To It, At Whatever Cost, For A Change.