The Human Heart Likes A Little Disorder

Symmetry Is For God, Not For Us.

No Man Is A Man Until He Has Been A Soldier.

[she] Knew That It Was Not Precisely A Body That One Loved. One Loved The Man Who Shone Out Through The Eyes And Used Its Mouth To Smile And Speak.

Man Is A Bird Without Wings And A Bird Is A Man Without Sorrow.

Love Is A Temporary Madness. It Erupts Like An Earthquake And Then Subsides.