There Is No Good Father Who Would

Does Anyone Really Know Where They're Going To?

The Fact Is That She Was Terribly Undressed And I Was Extremely Undressed Too. The Fact Is That I Still Had My Hand Where She Didn't Have Anything And She Had Hers Where The Same Wasn't Quite True Of Me. The Fact Is That I Found Myself Underneath Her And Consequently She Found Herself On Top Of Me.

En Ge Ne Ral, Plus Un Peuple Est Civilise , Poli, Moins Ses Moeurs Sont Poe Tiques; Tout S'affaiblit En S'adoucissant. Ingeneral, Themore Civilized And Refinedthepeople, The Less Poetic Are Its Morals; Everything Weakens As It Mellows.

There's A Bit Of Testicle At The Bottom Of Our Most Sublime Feelings And Our Purest Tenderness.

You Have To Make It Happen.