To Love Is The Half Of To

God Created The Flirt As Soon As He Made The Fool.

The Convent Is Supreme Egotism Resulting In Supreme Self-denial.

All Roads Are Blocked To A Philosophy Which Reduces Everything To The Word 'no.' To 'no' There Is Only One Answer And That Is 'yes.

Love Is Like A Tree: It Grows By Itself, Roots Itself Deeply In Our Being And Continues To Flourish Over A Heart In Ruin. The Inexplicable Fact Is That The Blinder It Is, The More Tenacious It Is. It Is Never Stronger Than When It Is Completely Unreasonable.

Scepticism, That Dry Caries Of The Intelligence.