Tropical Nights Are Hammocks For Lovers.

What Is Love But Acceptance Of The Other, Whatever He Is.

You Live Out The Confusions Until They Become Clear.

The Monster I Kill Every Day Is The Monster Of Realism. The Monster Who Attacks Me Every Day Is Destruction. Out Of The Duel Comes The Transformation. I Turn Destruction Into Creation Over And Over Again.

I Know No Joy As Great As A Moment Of Rushing Into A New Love, No Ecstasy Like That Of A New Love.

He Was Jealous Of Her Future, And She Of His Past.