Perfection Does Not Exist; To Understand It

Any Cigar Smoker Is A Friend, Because I Know How He Feels.

In My Flowery Dreams There's Always You. I Do Not Regret It One Bit.

The Heart That Once Has Been Your Shrine For Other Loves Is Too Divine

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

[i]f You Are Truly A Man, Sure Of Yourself And Confident Of Your Strength, You May Taste Of Life Without Fear And Without Reserve; You May Be Sad Or Joyous, Deceived Or Respected; But Be Sure You Are Loved, For What Matters The Rest?