Looking For Love Is Like Asking For

It Is The Loose Ends With Which Men Hang Themselves.

Maybe Other People's Ideas Of Us Are Truer Than Our Own.

By The Time A Person Has Achieved Years Adequate For Choosing A Direction, The Die Is Cast And The Moment Has Long Since Passed Which Determined The Future.

I Suppose All We Can Really Share With People Is A Taste For The Same Kinds Of Weather.

One Illusion Is As Good As Another.