I Would Like To Be Able To

From The Evening Breeze To This Hand On My Shoulder, Everything Has Its Truth.

Everything Considered, A Determined Soul Will Always Manage.

There Is Always A Certain Hour Of The Day And Of The Night When A Man’s Courage Is At Its Lowest Ebb, And It Was That Hour Only That He Feared.

Indeed, Men Never Know How To Love. Nothing Satisfies Them. All They Know Is To Dream, To Imagine New Duties, To Look For New Countries And New Homes. While We Women, We Know That We Must Hasten To Love, To Share The Same Bed, Hold Hands, And Fear Absence. When We Women Love, We Dream Of Nothing.

Men Cry Because Things Are Not What They Ought To Be.