It Is From Books That Wise Men

Everything Being A Constant Carnival, There Is No Carnival Left.

Nature, Like A Kind And Smiling Mother, Lends Herself To Our Dreams And Cherishes Our Fancies.

Whenever A Man's Friends Begin To Compliment Him About Looking Young, He May Be Sure That They Think He Is Growing Old.

Every Blade Has Two Edges; He Who Wounds With One Wounds Himself With The Other.

The Beautiful Has But One Type, The Ugly Has A Thousand.