Symmetry Is For God, Not For Us.

Love Is A Kind Of Dementia With Very Precise And Oft-repeated Clinical Symptoms. You Blush In Each Other's Presence, You Both Hover In Places Where You Expect The Other To Pass, You Are Both A Little Tongue-tied, You Both Laugh Inexplicably And Too Long, You Become Quite Nauseatingly Girlish, And He Becomes Quite Ridiculously Gallant. You Have Also Grown A Little Stupid.

No Man Is A Man Until He Has Been A Soldier.

He Gets Into The Habit Of Thinking So Passionately At Night That He Begins To Be Persecuted By Insomnia.

History Is The Propaganda Of The Victors.

The Human Heart Likes A Little Disorder In Its Geometry.