Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
When one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners.
Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.
When I pitched headforemost into the world I landed in the crib of Negroism.
It's a funny thing, the less people have to live for, the less nerve they have to risk losing nothing.
I note that the Africa loves to depict the grace of reptiles.