There Is No Fury Like An Ex-wife

Boys Do Not Grow Up Gradually. They Move Forward In Spurts Like The Hands Of Clocks In Railway Stations.

Everyone Has The Right To Express An Opinion. No One Has The Right To Be Listened To.

Youth Is A Period Of Missed Opportunities.

Most Of The Beauty Of Women Evaporates When They Achieve Domestic Happiness At The Price Of Their Independence.

The True Work Of Art Is The One Which The Seventh Wave Of Genius Throws Up The Beach Where The Undertow Of Time Cannot Drag It Back.