Evil Comes Up Softly Like A Flower.

When It Meows, One Scarcely Hears It... It Has Not The Need Of Words To Speak The Lengthiest Phraseologies.

However Incoherent A Human Existence May Be, Human Unity Is Not Bothered By It.

Anybody, Providing He Knows How To Be Amusing, Has The Right To Talk About Himself.

Nothing Is As Tedious As The Limping Days, When Snowdrifts Yearly Cover All The Ways, And Ennui, Sour Fruit Of Incurious Gloom, Assumes Control Of Fate’s Immortal Loom

A Book Is A Garden, A Party, A Company By The Way.