Death Has To Be Waiting At The

Poor Little Men, Poor Little Cocks! As Soon As They're Old Enough, They Swell Their Plumage To Be Conquerors. If They Only Knew That It's Enough To Be Just A Little Bit Wounded And Sad In Order To Obtain Everything Without Fighting For It.

Our Entire Life, With Our Fine Moral Code And Our Precious Freedom, Consists Ultimately In Accepting Ourselves As We Are.

Beauty, Real Beauty, Is Something Very Grave. If There Is A God, He Must Be Partly That.

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

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