I Spent The Morning Putting

We Think Of Women At Every Age: While Still Children, We Fondle With A Naïve Sensuality The Breasts Of Those Grown-up Girls Kissing Us And Cuddling Us In Their Arms; At The Age Of Ten, We Dream Of Love; At Fifteen, Love Comes Along; At Sixty, It Is Still With Us, And If Dead Men In Their Tombs Have Any Thought In Their Heads, It Is How To Make Their Way Underground To The Nearby Grave, Lift The Shroud Of The Dear Departed Women, And Mingle With Her In Her Sleep

There Are Three Thing In The World I Love Most: The Sea, Hamlet, And Don Giovanni.

What Baffled Him Was That There Should Be All This Fuss About Something So Simple As Love.

Everything Which One Invents Is True, Be Sure Of It.

The Principal Thing In This World Is To Keep One's Soul Aloft.