I Have Never Met A Man More

Why Do The People Humiliate Themselves By Voting? I Didn't Vote Because I Have Dignity. If I Had Closed My Nose And Voted For One Of Them, I Would Spit On My Own Face.

How Do You Dare To Ask Me For A Solution? It's Like Asking Seneca For A Solution. You Remember What He Did? He Committed Suicide!

I've Found What I Was Looking For, Child: What People Call Love Between A Man And A Woman Is A Season. And If, At Its Flowering, This Season Is A Feast Of Greenery, At Its Waning, It's Only A Heap Of Rotting Leaves.

Glory Is A Heavy Burden, A Murdering Poison, And To Bear It Is An Art. And To Have That Art Is Rare.

Arafat Contradicts Himself Every Five Minutes. He Always Plays The Double-cross, Lies Even If You Ask Him What Time It Is.