A Man Trusts Another Man When He

Be True To Love Where Ever You Find It, And Be True To Yourself And Everything That You Really Are.

Nothing In The World Is So Soft And Pleasing To The Touch, As The Skin Of A Woman's Thigh. No Flower, Feather Or Fabric, Can Match That Velvet Whisper Of Flesh. No Matter How Unequal They May Be In Any Other Ways, All Women, Old And Young, Fat And Thin, Beautiful And Ugly, Have That Perfection. It's A Great Part Of The Reason Why Men Hunger To Possess Women, And So Often Convince Themselves That They Do Possess Them: The Thigh, That Touch.

The Choice You Make, Between Hating And Forgiving, Can Become The Story Of Your Life.

Didier Once Told Me, In A Rambling, Midnight Dissertation, That A Dream Is The Place Where A Wish And A Fear Meet. When The Wish And The Fear Are Exactly The Same, He Said, We Call The Dream A Nightmare.

The Tears, When They Come To Some Men, Are Worse Than Beatings. They're Wounded Worse By Sobbing, Men Like That, Than They Are By Boots And Batons. Tears Begin In The Heart, But Some Of Us Deny The Heart So Often, And For So Long, That When It Speaks We Hear Not One But A Hundred Sorrows In The Heartbreak. We Know That Crying Is A Good And Natural Thing. We Know That Crying Isn't A Weakness, But A Kind Of Strength. Still, The Weeping Rips Us Root By Tangled Root From The Earth, And We Crash Like Fallen Trees When We Cry.