Isn't The Fear Of Pain Next Brother

It's Not Till Sex Has Died Out Between A Man And A Woman That They Can Really Love. And Now I Mean Affection. Now I Mean To Be Fond Of (as One Is Fond Of Oneself) --to Hope, To Be Disappointed, To Live Inside The Other Heart.

If Death Becomes Cheap It Is The Watcher, Not The Dying, Who Is Poisoned.

One Can Lie, But Truth Is More Interesting.

Why Do Birds Sing In The Morning? It's The Triumphant Shout: 'we Got Through Another Night!'

Let This Serve As An Axiom To Every Lover: A Woman Who Refuses Lunch Refuses Everything.