I'm A Slave To This Leaf In

My Dear, Old Age Is Like An Airplane Flying In A Storm. Once You're In It There's Nothing You Can Do. You Can't Stop A Plane, You Can't Stop A Storm, You Can't Stop Time. So You Might As Well Take It Easy, With Wisdom.

Glorious Bouquets And Storms Of Applause Are The Trimmings Which Every Artist Naturally Enjoys.

It Isnt Enough To Believe In Something; You Have To Have The Stamina To Meet Obstacles And Overcome Them, To Struggle.

Fashion Is An Imposition, A Reign On Freedom.

The Modern Woman Asks Herself: Is There Something Wrong With Me If My Children Don't Fill Up My Life?