Music And Dance Are All You Need.

You Are My Peace, My Solace, My Salvation.

The Maturing Process Of Becoming A Writer Is Akin To That Of A Harlot. First You Do It For Love, Then For A Few Friends, And Finally Only For Money.

If Everyone Were Clothed With Integrity, If Every Heart Were Just, Frank, Kindly, The Other Virtues Would Be Well-nigh Useless.

Reason Is Not What Decides Love.

We Are Easily Duped By Those We Love.