If You Knew All The Dreams I've

The Hearts Of Women Are Like Those Little Pieces Of Furniture With Secret Hiding - Places, Full Of Drawers Fitted Into Each Other; You Go A Lot Of Trouble, Break Your Nails, And In The Bottom Find Some Withered Flower, A Few Grains Of Dust - Or Emptiness!

Travel Makes One Modest. You See What A Tiny Place You Occupy In The World.

There Is No Truth. There Is Only Perception.

Women Want You To Deceive Them: They Force You To, And If You Resist, They Blame You.

There Comes A Point At Which You Stop Writing And Think All The More