My Only Books Were Women's

My Only Books Were Women's Looks.

Avoid That Romantic Trap: Saying More Than You Feel, Forcing Yourself To Feel More Than You've Said!

Hero Worship Has Died With Heroes, And If Someone Bows Down Today, It Is To Pick Up Something.

The Past Is Such A Subtle Thing. [but] In The End, Nothing Else Exists, Everything Is Made Of The Past, Even The Future.

A Thought Falls Like A Ripe Fruit From The Tree Of Idleness.