The Muses Inspire Art And Pretend Not

I Cling To Depression, Thinking It A Form Of Truth.

Full Of Troubles, The Mind Is Still The Only Garden Of Delight.

Not Romance But Companionship Makes The Happiness Of Daily Life.

While There's Life, There's Fear.

Like A Frog, The Aphorist Waits For Something To Fly By That He Can Catch With His Tongue.