There are eight girls in the house in which I am living, and practically all of them are good looking. You can realize that I am kept busy.
Why does God endow us with compassion?
I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.
No one feels another's grief.
Love is in the air these days, so we thought we'd give a try to make your day a little brighter.
It sometimes seems to me as if I do not belong to this world at all. I deplore music that engenders in people not love but madness: which rouses them to scornful laughter instead of lifting their thoughts to God.