No Man Is A Man

No Man Is A Man Until He Has Been A Soldier.

Love Is A Temporary Madness. It Erupts Like An Earthquake And Then Subsides.

Your Lips Are Like Sugar And Your Cheeks An Apple Your Breasts Are Paradise And Your Body A Lily. O, To Kiss The Sugar To Bite The Apple To Reveal Paradise And Open The Lily.

I Know You Have Not Thought About It. Italians Always Act Without Thinking, It's The Glory And The Downfall Of Your Civilisation. A German Plans A Month In Advance What His Bowel Movements Will Be At Easter, And The British Plan Everything In Retrospect, So It Always Looks As Though Everything Occurred As They Intended. The French Plan Everything Whilst Appearing To Be Having A Party, And The Spanish...well, God Knows. Anyway, Pelagia Is Greek, That's My Point.

The Human Heart Likes A Little Disorder In Its Geometry.