We Care So Little Of

The Closing Years Of Life Are Like The End Of A Masquerade Party, When The Masks Are Dropped.

When A Woman Marries She Belongs To Another Man; And When She Belongs To Another Man There Is Nothing More You Can Say To Her.

You Wait For Nothing If Not For The Word That Will Burst From The Deep Like A Fruit Among Branches.

The Only Joy In The World Is To Begin. It Is Good To Be Alive Because Living Is Beginning, Always, Every Moment.

The Art Of Living Is The Art Of Knowing How To Believe Lies. The Fearful Thing About It Is That, Not Knowing What Truth May Be, We Can Still Recognize Lies.