"I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth."
— Walt Whitman
I don't give a damn if a woman's breasts are like magnolias,
or like figs,
if her skins feels like a peach or like a sandpaper,
it is irrelevant if she wakes up with an aphrodisiac breath or an insecticide one,
I am perfectly willing to put up with a nose that would win a first price at a carrot show,
but one thing I am intransigent, on no account whatsoever will I forgive a woman who can not fly.if she can't, she'd better forget me!