Old Age Is Second Childhood.

I Would Treat Her Like An Egg, The Shell Of Which We Remove Before Eating It; I Would Take Off Her Mask And Then Kiss Her Pretty Face.

The Wise Learn Many Things From Their Enemies.

Love Is Merely The Name For The Desire And Pursuit Of The Whole.

Weak Mortals, Chained To The Earth, Creatures Of Clay As Frail As The Foliage Of The Woods, You Unfortunate Race, Whose Life Is But Darkness, As Unreal As A Shadow, The Illusion Of A Dream.

The Love Of Wine Is A Good Man's Failing.