Like The Children We Will Never Ever

Even If You Slept With Every Man On Earth, My Love Will Still Survive.

I'd Have Stopped Writing Years Ago If It Were For The Money.

Perhaps Love Makes Us Grow Old Before Our Time And Makes Us Young Again When Youth Has Passed.

When You Really Want Something To Happen, The Whole Universe Conspires So That Your Wish Comes True.

Retiring And Discovering That You No Longer Have Enough Energy To Enjoy Life And Dying A Few Years Out Of Sheer Boredom.