The Heart That Once Has Been Your

The Glass I Drink From Is Not Large, But At Least It Is My Own.

[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?

Romanticism Is The Abuse Of Adjectives

The Costliest Women Are The Ones Who Cost Nothing.

I Have Come Too Late Into A World Too Old.