Pure Herring Oil Is The Port Wine

There Are Moments In Life When All We Can Bear Is The Sense That Our Friend Is Near Us; Our Wounds Would Wince At The Touch Of Consoling Words, That Would Reveal The Depths Of Our Pain.

I Can No Longer Think Of Anything But You. In Spite Of Myself, My Imagination Carries Me To You. I Grasp You, I Kiss You, I Caress You, A Thousand Of The Most Amorous Caresses Take Possession Of Me.

Mud, Raised By Hurricanes, Wells Up In The Noblest And Purest Of Hearts.

In The First Woman We Love, We Love Everything. Growing Older, We Love The Woman Only.

People Who Climb From One Rung Of Society To Another Can Never Do Anything Simply.