You Can Only Know A Good Wine

The Greatest Sin Is To Miss The Point Of Human Existence.

Now That She Had Nothing To Lose, She Was Free.

She, With Her Affection And Her Gaiety, Had Been Largely Responsible For Him Having Rediscovered The Meaning Of Life, Her Love Had Driven Him To The Far Corners Of The Earth, Because He Needed To Be Rich Enough To Buy Some Land And Live In Peace With Her For The Rest Of Their Days. It Was His Utter Confidence In This Fragile Creature, That Had Made Him Fight With Honor, Because He Knew That After A Battle He Could Forget All The Horrors Of War In Her Arms, And That, Despite All The Women He Had Known, Only There In Her Arms Could He Close His Eyes And Sleep Like A Child.

It's The Possibility Of Having A Dream Come True That Makes Life Interesting.

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