The Public Wants Work Which Flatters Its

The Citadel Of Machaerus Rose East Of The Dead Sea On A Basalt Peak Shaped Like A Cone, Girdled By Four Deep Valleys; Two About Its Sides, One In Front, And The Fourth Behind.

Speech Is A Rolling Press That Always Amplifies One's Emotions.

I Believe That If One Always Looked At The Skies, One Would End Up With Wings.

To Be Simple Is No Small Matter.

He Dreamed Of Funeral Love, But Dreams Crumble And The Tomb Abides