Every Once In A While

Love Of Man For Woman--love Of Woman For Man. That's The Nature, The Meaning, The Best Of Life Itself.

What Makes Life Worth Living? Better Surely, To Yield To The Stain Of Suicide Blood In Me And Seek Forgetfulness In The Embrace Of Cold Dark Death.

I Am Full Of Fire And Passion. I Am Not Ready Yet For Great Concentration And Passion.

Fishermen, No Matter What Supreme Good Fortune Befalls Them, Cannot Ever Be Absolutely Satisfied. It Is A Fundamental Weakness Of Intellect.

I Hope I Have Found Myself, My Work, My Happiness - Under The Light Of The Western Skies.