Je Sais De Quelles Petitesses Meurent Les

It Is Restful, Tragedy, Because One Knows That There Is No More Lousy Hope Left. You Know You're Caught, Caught At Last Like A Rat With All The World On Its Back. And The Only Thing Left To Do Is Shout - Not Moan, Or Complain, But Yell Out At The Top Of Your Voice Whatever It Was You Had To Say. What You've Never Said Before. What Perhaps You Don't Even Know Till Now.

One Cannot Weep For The Entire World, It Is Beyond Human Strength. One Must Choose.

Every Man Thinks God Is On His Side. The Rich And Powerful Know He Is.

God Is On Everyone's Side... And In The Last Analysis, He Is On The Side With Plenty Of Money And Large Armies.

When You Are Forty, Half Of You Belongs To The Past... And When You Are Seventy, Nearly All Of You.