It Is Easier And Handier For Men

Joy Descends Gently Upon Us Like The Evening Dew, And Does Not Patter Down Like A Hailstorm.

It Is Not The End Of Joy That Makes Old Age So Sad, But The End Of Hope.

It Is Simpler And Easier To Flatter People Than To Praise Them.

A Sky Full Of Silent Suns.

Music Is Moonlight In The Gloomy Night Of Life.