Kill Him, Then Hug Him. Men Are

Our Shouting Is Louder Than Our Actions, Our Swords Are Taller Than Us, This Is Our Tragedy. In Short We Wear The Cape Of Civilisation But Our Souls Live In The Stone Age

A Tragedy, When A Mature Mind And A Romantic Heart Are In The Same Body.

We Praise Like Frogs, Swear Like Frogs, Turn Midgets Into Heroes, And Heroes Into Scum: We Never Stop And Think.

The Most Dangerous Heart Disease: Strong Memory

Never Believe A Man Can Change A Woman Those Men Are Pretenders Who Think That They Created Women From One Of Their Ribs