I Felt As If We Were Fighting

A Man Will Always Promise To Do More Than He Can Do To A Woman He Cannot Understand.

She Is Melusina, The Water Goddess, And She Is Found In Hidden Springs And Waterfalls In Any Forest In Christendom, Even In Those As Far Away As Greece. (...) A Man May Love Her If He Keeps Her Secret And Lets Her Alone When She Wants To Bathe, And She May Love Him In Return Until He Breaks His Word, As Men Always Do, And She Sweeps Him Into The Depths With Her Fishy Tail, And Turns His Faithless Blood To Water. The Tragedy Of Melusina, Whatever Language Tells It, Whatever Tune It Sings, Is That A Man Will Always Promise More Than He Can Do To A Woman He Cannot Understand.

War Does Not Answer War, War Does Not Finish War. The Only Ending Is Peace.

It Is Not Love That Matters, Mistress Boy, It Is What You Choose To Do With It. What’d You Choose To Do With Yours?

I Shall Be Dark And French And Fashionable And Difficult. And You Shall Be Sweet And Open And English And Fair. What A Pair We Shall Be! What Man Can Resist Us?