You Won't Regret The Men You Never

A Man Does Not See Where He Treads In Battle, For He Is Watching The Enemy.

Then You Start Another Book And Suddenly The Galley Proofs Of The Last One Come In And You Have To Wrench Your Attention Away From What You're Writing And Try To Remember What You Were Thinking When You Wrote The Previous One.

Love Is A Dangerous Thing. It Comes In Disguise To Change Our Life... Lust Is The Deceiver. Lust Wrenches Our Lives Until Nothing Matters Except The One We Think We Love, And Under That Deceptive Spell We Kill For Them, Give All For Them, And Then, When We Have What We Have Wanted, We Discover That It Is All An Illusion And Nothing Is There. Lust Is A Voyage To Nowhere, To An Empty Land, But Some Men Just Love Such Voyages And Never Care About The Destination. Love Is A Voyage Too, A Voyage With No Destination Except Death, But A Voyage Of Bliss.

The Bards Sing Of Love, They Celebrate Slaughter, They Extol Kings And Flatter Queens, But Were I A Poet I Would Write In Praise Of Friendship.

Life Is A Jest Of The Gods And There Is No Justice. You Must Learn To Laugh… Or Else You'll Weep Yourself To Death.