We Ride Through Life On

We All Have A World Of Things Inside Ourselves And Each One Of Us Has His Own Private World. How Can We Understand Each Other If The Words I Use Have The Sense And The Value That I Expect Them To Have, But Whoever Is Listening To Me Inevitably Thinks That Those Same Words Have A Different Sense And Value, Because Of The Private World He Has Inside Himself, Too.

I Am An "unrealized" Character, Dramatically Speaking.

Women Are Like Dreams, They Are Never The Way You Would Like To Have Them.

Here Is A Piece Of Earth. If You Stand Staring At It And Doing Nothing, What Does The Earth Yield? Nothing. Just Like A Woman.

Pretending Is A Virtue. If You Cant Pretend, You Can't Be King.