Happiness May Have But One Night, As

A Happy Memory Is Perhaps On This Earth Truer Than Happiness Itself.

[i]f You Are Truly A Man, Sure Of Yourself And Confident Of Your Strength, You May Taste Of Life Without Fear And Without Reserve; You May Be Sad Or Joyous, Deceived Or Respected; But Be Sure You Are Loved, For What Matters The Rest?

Memory Is What Makes Us Young Or Old.

Man Is A Pupil, Pain Is His Teacher.

Nothing Is A Sin When You Obey The Orders Of A Priest