The tiny madman in his padded cell. >>
Treading the soil of the moon, palpating its pebbles, tasting the pani >>
Between the age limits of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, t >>
The bridges that you cross before you come to them are over rivers tha >>
If you close your eyes, you could just as well imagine me to be vintag >>
Everything you can imagine is real. >>
Imagination, the supreme delight of the immortal and the immature, should be limited. In order to enjoy life, we should not enjoy it too much.