The Only Certainty Is Death.

The Kiss Itself Is Immortal. It Travels From Lip To Lip, Century To Century, From Age To Age. Men And Women Garner These Kisses, Offer Them To Others And Then Die In Turn.

I Said, 'if Other Beings Besides Us Exist On Earth, Why Didn't We Meet Them A Long Time Ago?

Champagne... The Wine Of Kings, The King Of Wines

Love Always Has Its Price, Come Whence It May.

I Entered Literary Life As A Meteor, And I Shall Leave It Like A Thunderbolt.