Suffering Is How We Test Our Love

There's A Kind Of Luck That's Not Much More Than Being In The Right Place At The Right Time, A Kind Of Inspiration That's Not Much More Than Doing The Right Thing In The Right Way, And Both Only Really Happen To You When You Empty Your Heart Of Ambition, Purpose, And Plan; When You Give Yourself, Completely, To The Golden, Fate-filled Moment.

Nothing In The World Is So Soft And Pleasing To The Touch, As The Skin Of A Woman's Thigh. No Flower, Feather Or Fabric, Can Match That Velvet Whisper Of Flesh. No Matter How Unequal They May Be In Any Other Ways, All Women, Old And Young, Fat And Thin, Beautiful And Ugly, Have That Perfection. It's A Great Part Of The Reason Why Men Hunger To Possess Women, And So Often Convince Themselves That They Do Possess Them: The Thigh, That Touch.

Every Virtuous Act Is Inspired By A Dark Secret.

That's How They Manage To Live Together, A Billion Of Them, In Reasonable Peace. They Are Not Perfect, Of Course. They Know How To Fight And Lie And Cheat Each Other, And All The Things That All Of Us Do. But More Than Any Other People In The World, The Indians Know How To Love One Another.

When The Wish And The Fear Are Exactly The Same, We Call The Dream A Nightmare.