Dogs Are Our Link To Paradise.

It Was Futile To Attack With Reason The Stout Wall Of Irrational Feelings That, As Is Known, Is The Stuff Of Which The Female Mind Is Made.

Man Reckons With Immortality, And Forgets To Reckon With Death.

...he Took A Look At The Blond Girl's Eyes And Knew That He Must Not Take Part In The Rigged Game In Which The Ephemeral Passes For The Eternal And The Small For The Big, That He Must Not Take Part In The Rigged Game Called Love.

Merely By Being Born Intelligent, You Right Away Find Yourself In Absolute Exile.

I Feel A Frantic Desire To Free Myself. To Start All Over Again And In Another Way.