Let Everything Be Remade On Simple Lines.

There Is No Hell, No Inferno Except The Frenzy Of Living.

It Is Not A Woman I Want - It Is All Women.

I Keep Remembering — I Keep Remembering. My Heart Has No Pity On Me.

All Lovers In The World Are Alike: They Fall In Love By Chance; They See Each Other, And Are Attached To Each Other By The Features Of Their Faces; They Illuminate Each Other By The Fierce Preference Which Is Akin To Madness; They Assert The Reality Of Illusions; And For A Moment They Change Falsehood Into Truth.

Two Armies That Fight Each Other Is Like One Large Army That Commits Suicide.