Love for the joy of loving, and not for the offerings of someone else's heart.

A country without bordellos is like a house without bathrooms.

There comes a time when suddenly you realize that laughter is something you remember and that you were the one laughing.

Soup not only warms you and is easy to swallow and to digest, it also creates the illusion in the back of your mind that Mother is there.

Grumbling is the death of love

The air and the sky seem to have been freshly washed and polished, and the people too.

Victory is gay only back home. Up front it is joyless.