There Are No Ordinary Cats.

The Lovesick, The Betrayed, And The Jealous All Smell Alike.

That Lovely Voice; How I Should Weep For Joy If I Could Hear It Now!

You Don't Think Before You Do Something Foolish. You Do Your Thinking Afterwards.

In Its Early Stages, Insomnia Is Almost An Oasis In Which Those Who Have To Think Or Suffer Darkly Take Refuge.

By Means Of An Image We Are Often Able To Hold On To Our Lost Belongings. But It Is The Desperateness Of Losing Which Picks The Flowers Of Memory, Binds The Bouquet.