Love Does Not Cause Suffering: What Causes

What Torments Me Is Not The Humps Nor Hollows Nor The Ugliness. It Is The Sight, A Little Bit In All These Men, Of Mozart Murdered.

When You Give Yourself, You Receive More Than You Give.

You Risk Tears If You Let Yourself Be Tamed.

All Of Us Have Had The Experience Of A Sudden Joy That Came When Nothing In The World Had Forewarned Us Of Its Coming - A Joy So Thrilling That If It Was Born Of Misery We Remembered Even The Misery With Tenderness.

On Ne Sait Jamais! One Never Knows!