The More Arms And Legs [children] We

There Is Someone Who Is Living My Life. And I Know Nothing About Him.

When [man] Is Happy He Takes His Happiness As It Comes And Doesn't Analyze It, Just As If Happiness Were His Right.

A Fact Is Like A Sack Which Won't Stand Up If It's Empty. In Order That It May Stand Up, One Has To Put Into It The Reason And Sentiment Which Caused It To Exist.

As Soon As One Is Born, One Starts Dying.

If Only We Could See In Advance All The Harm That Can Come From The Good We Think We Are Doing.