Art Is An Effort To Create, Beside

Old Age Diminishes Our Strength; It Takes Away Our Pleasures One After The Other; It Withers The Soul As Well As The Body; It Renders Adventure And Friendship Difficult; And Finally It Is Shadowed By Thoughts Of Death.

To Feminine Eyes A Man's Prestige, Or His Fame, Envelops Him In A Luminous Haze Which Obscures His Faults. The Triumphs Of An Aviator, An Actor, A Football Player, An Orator Are Often Responsible For The Beginning Of A Love Affair.

An Unsatisfied Woman Requires Luxury, But A Woman Who Is In Love With A Man Will Lie On A Board.

Either The Soul Is Immortal And We Shall Not Die, Or It Perishes With The Flesh And We Shall Not Know That We Are Dead. Live, Then, As If You Were Eternal.

It Is Often Said That In Prosperity We Have Many Friends, But That We Are Usually Neglected When Things Go Badly. I Disagree. Not Only Do Malicious People Flock About Us In Order To Witness Our Ruin, But Other Unfortunates As Well, Who Have Been Kept Away By Our Happiness, And Now Feel Close To Us On Account Of Our Troubles.