Maybe It's Better Like This, Better That

Remember, Writing Poetry Is Like Making Love: One Will Never Know Whether One's Own Pleasure Is Shared.

The Only Reason Why We Are Always Thinking Of Our Own Ego Is That We Have To Live With It More Continuously Than With Anyone Else's.

It Is Stupid To Grieve For The Loss Of A Girl Friend: You Might Never Have Met Her, So You Can Do Without Her.

Living Is Like Working Out A Long Addition Sum, And If You Make A Mistake In The First Two Totals You Will Never Find The Right Answer. It Means Involving Oneself In A Complicated Chain Of Circumstances.

A Corpse Is What's Left After Waking Too Often.