I Spent The Whole Evening Sitting Before

The Art Of Living Is The Art Of Knowing How To Believe Lies. The Fearful Thing About It Is That, Not Knowing What Truth May Be, We Can Still Recognize Lies.

You've Got To Understand Life, Understand It When You're Young.

Remember, Writing Poetry Is Like Making Love: One Will Never Know Whether One's Own Pleasure Is Shared.

But The Real, Tremendous Truth Is This: Suffering Serves No Purpose Whatever.

What We Desire Is Not To Possess A Woman, But To Be The Only One To Possess Her.