I Think It Will Be

Write A Little Every Day, Without Hope, Without Despair.

The Entire Being Of A Woman Is A Secret Which Should Be Kept.

In The Mind And Nature Of A Man A Secret Is An Ugly Thing, Like A Hidden Physical Defect.

It Is A Good Thing To Be A Great Sinner. Or Should Human Beings Allow Christ To Have Died On The Cross For The Sake Of Our Petty Lies And Our Paltry Whorings

When You Have Caught The Rhythm Of Africa, You Find Out That It Is The Same In All Her Music.