Why must women torment me so?
I believe in the compelling power of love.
Nothing is proved, all is permitted.
A thought will color a world for us.
To the untraveled, territory other than their own familiar heath is invariably fascinating. Next to love it is the one thing that solaces and delights.
You walk into a room, see a woman, and something happens. It's chemical. What are you going to do about it?