Suffering Is How We Test Our Love

Sometimes We Love With Nothing More Than Hope. Sometimes We Cry With Everything Except Tears. In The End That’s All There Is: Love And Its Duty, Sorrow And Its Truth. In The End That’s All We Have - To Hold On Tight Until The Dawn

Nothing In The World Is So Soft And Pleasing To The Touch, As The Skin Of A Woman's Thigh. No Flower, Feather Or Fabric, Can Match That Velvet Whisper Of Flesh. No Matter How Unequal They May Be In Any Other Ways, All Women, Old And Young, Fat And Thin, Beautiful And Ugly, Have That Perfection. It's A Great Part Of The Reason Why Men Hunger To Possess Women, And So Often Convince Themselves That They Do Possess Them: The Thigh, That Touch.

Friendship Is Also A Kind Of Medicine, And The Markets For It, Too, Are Sometimes Black.

When The Wish And The Fear Are Exactly The Same, We Call The Dream A Nightmare.

The Only Power That Has Any Real Meaning Is The Power To Better The World.