Thought Flies And Words Go On Foot.

I Enter The World Called Real As One Enters A Mist.

Thought Flies And Words Go On Foot.

Perhaps The Greatest Consolation Of The Oppressed Is To Consider Themselves Superior To Their Tyrants.

A Dish Around Which I See Too Many People Doesn't Tempt Me.

Yesterday, Happiness Came In Suddenly, As It Used To, And Remained For A Moment In The Great, Dark, Silent Drawing Room.