But There Is Much To Be Said

We Love Those Who Know The Worst Of Us And Don't Turn Their Face Away.

Nobody But A Southerner Knows The Wrenching Rinsing Sadness Of The Cities Of The North.

Ignorance, If Recognized, Is Often More Fruitful Than The Appearance Of Knowledge.

Joy And Sadness Come By Turns.

It Is Not A Bad Thing To Settle For The Little Way, Not The Big Search For The Big Happiness But The Sad Little Happiness Of Drinks And Kisses, A Good Little Car And A Warm Deep Thigh.