On My Way Out I

Idleness Is Fatal Only To The Mediocre.

There Are Always Reasons For Murdering A Man. But There Is No Justification For His Existence.

No Ends, Simply Means.

Indeed, Men Never Know How To Love. Nothing Satisfies Them. All They Know Is To Dream, To Imagine New Duties, To Look For New Countries And New Homes. While We Women, We Know That We Must Hasten To Love, To Share The Same Bed, Hold Hands, And Fear Absence. When We Women Love, We Dream Of Nothing.

I Had The Whole Sky In My Eyes And It Was Blue And Gold.