Mild Brown Eyes Beckon Me

The Ravaged Face In The Mirror Hides The Enchanting Youth That Is The Real Me.

Humor Does Not Rescue Us From Unhappiness, But Enables Us To Move Back From It A Little.

Passion Impels Our Deeds; Ideology Supplies The Explanations.

I Do Not Regret The Folly Of My Youth, But The Timidity.

If We Knew Enough, Fortune Would Turn Out To Be Nature.