Ah, There Are No Children

The More We Love Our Friends, The Less We Flatter Them; It Is By Excusing Nothing That Pure Love Shows Itself.

Betrayed And Wronged In Everything, I’ll Flee This Bitter World Where Vice Is King, And Seek Some Spot Unpeopled And Apart Where I’ll Be Free To Have An Honest Heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope

You Think You Can Marry For Your Own Pleasure, Friend?

Nearly All Men Die Of Their Medicines, Not Of Their Diseases.

My Heavens! I've Been Talking Prose For The Last Forty Years Without Knowing It.