There Comes A Time When

Every Human Being Is In Need Of Talking To Somebody. In This Country Nobody Has Time. It Seems That Talking To A Friend Has Gone Out Of Style. Now You Have To Pay Money To Go To An Analyst.

Grumbling Is The Death Of Love

Lover's Words: “how Beautiful You Are, Now That You Love Me.”

Writers, Composers, Painters, - Also Artists Like Directors And Actors Fall Into The Same Category. They Have To Be Handled With Kid Gloves, Mentally And Physically

How Do You Know Love Is Gone? If You Said That You Would Be There At Seven And You Get There By Nine, And He Or She Has Not Called The Police Yet - It's Gone.