If I Knew What I Was So

Flesh Goes On Pleasuring Us, And Humiliating Us, Right To The End.

Vanity, Revenge, Loneliness, Boredom, All Apply: Lust Is One Of The Least Of The Reasons For Promiscuity.

The Young Are Generally Full Of Revolt, And Are Often Pretty Revolting About It.

A Love That Lasts For Twenty Years May Be Better Than Love, But It Isn't Love.

Love Is The Silent Saying And Saying Of A Single Name.