For, To Make Deserts, God,

One Of The Magnanimities Of Woman Is To Yield.

Joy's Smile Is Much Closer To Tears Than Laughter.

I Write With One Hand, But I Fight With Both.

Laughter Is The Sun That Drives Winter From The Human Face.

I Am An Intelligent River Which Has Reflected Successively All The Banks Before Which It Has Flowed By Meditating Only On The Images Offered By Those Changing Shores.