We Poison Our Lives With Fear Of

When You Are Forty, Half Of You Belongs To The Past... And When You Are Seventy, Nearly All Of You.

An Ugly Sight, A Man Who Is Afraid.

Il Y Aura Toujours Un Chien Perdu Quelque Part Qui M'empe" Chera D'e" Tre Heureux. There Will Always Be A Lost Dog Somewhere That Will Prevent Me Being Happy.

There Is Love Of Course. And Then There's Life, Its Enemy.

All Prisons Are Brimming Over With Innocence. It Is Those Who Cram Their Fellows Into Them, In The Name Of Empty Ideas, Who Are The Only Guilty Ones.