..., Twice Two Is Four Is Not

With Old Liars Who Have Been Acting All Their Lives There Are Moments When They Enter So Completely Into Their Part That They Tremble Or Shed Tears In Earnest, Although At That Very Moment, Or A Second Later, They Are Able To Whisper To Themselves, "you Know You Are Lying, You Shameless Old Sinner! You're Acting Now, In Spite Of Your 'holy' Wrath.

... You Simply Can't Imagine What Men Will Say!

I Love The Sticky Leaves In Spring, The Blue Sky — That’s All It Is. It’s Not A Matter Of Intellect Or Logic, It’s Loving With One’s Inside, With One’s Stomach.

The Mystery Of Human Existence Lies Not In Just Staying Alive, But In Finding Something To Live For.

And If There's Love, You Can Do Without Happiness Too. Even With Sorrow, Life Is Sweet.