The Young Have Stolen Our Youthfulness, And

Asceticism And Celibacy Can Conceal Many Incapacities.

I Will Not Tolerate Your Faults. They Are Of No Use To Me.

If I Could Do My Life Over, I Would Try To Cleanse At Least My Pleasures Of Self-pity.

Dogs Often Remind Us Of The Human, Ail-too Human. Cats, Never.

Lovers Do All The Talking And Writing. What Are The Beloveds Thinking?