Woman Is Natural, That Is To Say,

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

Finer Than Any Sand Are Dusts Of Gold That Gleam, Vague Starpoints, In The Mystic Iris Of Their Eyes.

Eternal Superiority Of The Dandy. What Is The Dandy?

The World Progresses Only Through Misunderstanding.

For Each Letter Received From A Creditor, Write Fifty Lines On An Extraterrestrial Subject And You Will Be Saved.