Death Is The Vast Perhaps.

The Right Moment Wears A Full Head Of Hair: When It Has Been Missed, You Can't Get It Back; It's Bald In The Back Of The Head And Never Turns Around.

Of A Young Hermit, An Old Devil. [fr., De Jeune Hermite, Vieil Diable.]

But Where Are The Snows Of Last Year? That Was The Greatest Concern Of Villon, The Parisian Poet.

Appetite Comes With Eating.....but Thirst Goes Away With Drinking.

Ignorance Is The Mother Of All Evils.