Do you hear the children singing?
I mean you last as long as lies.
The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell "God" with the wrong blocks.
Were it not for love, Poor life would be a ship not worth launching.
Where's the need of singing now?
For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then she may discover.