The Past Is The Luxury Of Proprietors.

Some Of These Days, Oh, You'll Miss Me Honey

She Smiled And Said With An Ecstatic Air: "it Shines Like A Little Diamond", "what Does?" "this Moment. It Is Round, It Hangs In Empty Space Like A Little Diamond; I Am Eternal.

I Can Receive Nothing More From These Tragic Solitudes Than A Little Empty Purity.

All Human Actions Are Equivalent... And All Are On Principle Doomed To Failure.

A Madman's Ravings Are Absurd In Relation To The Situation In Which He Finds Himself, But Not In Relation To His Madness.