What Remains Is Solitude.

Your Daughter Is Your Child For Life.

Lover's Words: “how Beautiful You Are, Now That You Love Me.”

Victory Is Gay Only Back Home. Up Front It Is Joyless.

A King, Realizing His Incompetence, Can Either Delegate Or Abdicate His Duties. A Father Can Do Neither. If Only Sons Could See The Paradox, They Would Understand The Dilemma.

It's The Friends You Can Call Up At 4 A.m. That Matter.