One Can Be A Patriot,

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

In Your Efforts To Dazzle Us Your Reasoning Has Gone Awry. You Know Very Well That Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

Nobody Has A More Sacred Obligation To Obey The Law Than Those Who Make The Law.

Tragedy Is Restful: And The Reason Is That Hope, That Foul, Deceitful Thing, Has No Part In It.

Life Has A Way Of Setting Things In Order And Leaving Them Be. Very Tidy, Is Life.