The Happiness Of Others Is

Passion Is The Salt Of Life, And That At The Times When We Are Under Its Spell This Salt Is Indispensable To Us, Even If We Have Got Along Very Well Without It Before.

It Isn't Common Sense That Is Paramount In This World, It's Wishful Thinking.

Money May Not Buy Happiness, But I'd Rather Cry In A Jaguar Than On A Bus.

We Are Torn Between The Craving To Know And The Despair Of Having Known.

My Love Of Pleasure Seems To Be The Only Consistent Side Of My Character. Is It Because I Have Not Read Enough?