The Richness Of Life Lies In Memories

What Is To Come Will Emerge Only After Long Suffering, Long Silence.

No Woman Marries For Money; They Are All Clever Enough, Before Marrying A Millionaire, To Fall In Love With Him First.

Don't Mix Wine And Women.

The Face Of The Night Will Be An Old Wound That Reopens Each Evening, Impassive And Living. The Distant Silence Will Ache Like A Soul, Mute, In The Dark. We'll Speak To The Night As It's Whispering Softly.

No One Ever Lacks A Good Reason For Suicide.