Virginity is the ideal of those who want to deflower.
Lord, forgive them, for they know what they do!
There is a shortage of clerks. Everyone is going into journalism.
The art of an actress is sublimated sexuality. But off the stage the fire must be able to reconvert the steam into body.
Who is going to cast out an error to which he has given birth and replace it with an adopted truth?
Where do I find the time for not reading so many books?