In human character, simplicity doesn't exist except among simpletons.

“Life that winter in Rome: a golden dream, and I don't mean Rafaello and the mim…”

“Caged birds accept each other, but flight is what they long for.”

“To begin with, I turn back time. I reverse it to that quaint period, the thirti…”

“They chatter together like birds on Cypress Hill, but all they say is 'Live, li…”