The Life Of The Wealthy Is One

The Power Of The People And The Power Of Reason Are One.

And For Tired Eyes Every Light Is Too Bright, And For Tired Lips Every Breath Too Heavy, And For Tired Ears Every Word Too Much.

How Many Women Does One Need To Sing The Scale Of Love All The Way Up And Down?

The World Is Chaos. Nothingness Is The Yet-to-be-born God Of The World.

A Good Man With A Good Conscience Doesn't Walk So Fast.