My Love Of Pleasure Seems To Be

A Love Affair Based On Jealousy Is Doomed From The Start ... It Is Certanly A Sign Of Love, But It's A Sign That It's Already Dying.

There Is A Certain Age When A Woman Must Be Beautiful To Be Loved, And Then There Comes A Time When She Must Be Loved To Be Beautiful.

We Are Torn Between The Craving To Know And The Despair Of Having Known.

The Happiness Of Others Is Never Bearable For Very Long.

For What Are We Looking For If Not To Please? I Do Not Know If The Desire To Attract Others Comes From A Superabundance Of Vitality, Possessiveness, Or The Hidden, Unspoken Need To Be Reassured.