It {france} May Be The Only Country

Nobody Knows What You Want Except You. And Nobody Will Be As Sorry As You If You Don't Get It. Wanting Some Other Way To Live Is Proof Enough Of Deserving It. Having It Is Hard Work, But Not Having It Is Sheer Hell.

Nothing, Of Course, Begins At The Time You Think It Did.

Nothing You Write, If You Hope To Be Good, Will Ever Come Out As You First Hoped.

A Theme Is Always Necessary, A Plain, Simple, Unadorned Theme To Confuse The Ignorant.

It Was An Unspoken Pleasure, That Having Come Together So Many Years, Ruined So Much And Repaired A Little, We Had Endured.