Every Tiny Part Of Us Cries Out

We Play Make Believe, Pretend To Take Ourselves And Each Other Seriously--to Love Each Other, Hate Each Other--but Then--it Isn't True. It Isn't True, We Don't Care At All!

Nature Is Honest, We Aren't; We Embalm Our Dead.

When You Put A Man And A Woman Together, There Are Some Things They Simply Have To Do. They Embrace, They Warm Each Other. All The Rest Is Dead And Empty.

A Long Association-prolonged Human Contact, When A Man And Woman Live Together-this Ends Up Producing A Sort Of Rot, A Poison.

Each Of Us Is The Only Person Who Can Give The Other What Each Of Us Wants To Have: Peace.