If I Don't Enjoy Myself Now, When

We Are Thinking About Bad Only Those Who Are Worse Than We Are, And Those Who Are Better Than Us ... I'm Just Not Up To Us ... One Does Not Follow It Than Smell Roses. Another Of The Bitter Herbs Will Produce Honey. Give Bread To One - Will Remember Forever. Another Life Donation - Do Not Understand.

The Rose That Once Has Bloomed Forever Dies.

There Was A Door To Which I Found No Key: There Was The Veil Through Which I Might Not See.

The Moving Finger Writes; And Having Writ, Moves On.

A Loaf Of Bread, A Jug Of Wine, And Thou.