As Soon As War Is

If Two People Who Love Each Other Let A Single Instant Wedge Itself Between Them, It Grows-it Becomes A Month, A Year, A Century; It Becomes To Late.

A Wife Loves Out Of Duty, And Duty Leads To Constraint, And Constraint Kills Desire.

Sadness Flies On The Wings Of The Morning, And Out Of The Heart Of Darkness Comes The Light.

The Flower Is The Poetry Of Reproduction. It Is An Example Of The Eternal Seductiveness Of Life.

To Win A Woman In The First Place You Must Please Her, Then Undress Her, And Then Somehow Get Her Clothes Back On Her, Finally, So That She Will Let You Leave Her, You've Got To Antagonise Her.