Any Cigar Smoker Is A Friend, Because

The Costliest Women Are The Ones Who Cost Nothing.

Romanticism Is The Abuse Of Adjectives

It Was One Of Those Somber Evenings When The Sighing Of The Wind Resembles The Moans Of A Dying Man; A Storm Was Brewing, And Between The Splashes Of Rain On The Windows There Was The Silence Of Death. All Nature Suffers In Such Moments; The Trees Writhe In Pain And Twist Their Heads; The Birds Of The Fields Cower Under The Bushes; The Streets Of Cities Are Deserted.

The Life Of A Devotee Is A Crusade Of Which The Heart Is The Holy Land.

Partake Of Love As A Temperate Man Partakes Of Wine; Do Not Become Intoxicated.