Art Is The Flower Of Life And,

Women Still Remember The First Kiss After Men Have Forgotten The Last.

And There Is Neither Beginning Nor End, Nor Past Nor Future; There Is Only A Present, At The Same Time Static And Ephemeral, Multiple And Absolute. It Is The Vital Ocean In Which We All Share, According To Our Strength, Our Needs Or Our Desires.

The Pleasure Of Being A Scoundrel Can Be Adequately Savored In Silence.

Man Is The Inventor Of Stupidity.

Most Men Who Rail Against Women Are Railing At One Woman Only.