If Folly Disappeared, Wit Would Starve.

My Mother's Mild-eyed Sadness Looks At Me From The Eyes Of Those I Love.

If Modesty Disappeared, So Would Exhibitionism.

An Ardent Lover Often Makes A Cold Friend.

The Meaning Of Today Will Not Be Clear Until Tomorrow.

Either Offer Me Something I Really Like, Or Stop Trying To Tempt Me.