No Heroine Can Create A Hero Through

Art Is Indeed Not The Bread But The Wine Of Life.

As A Man Grows Older It Is Harder And Harder To Frighten Him.

Like A Morning Dream, Life Becomes More And More Bright The Longer We Live, And The Reason Of Everything Appears More Clear. What Has Puzzled Us Before Seems Less Mysterious, And The Crooked Paths Look Straighter As We Approach The End.

Recollection Is The Only Paradise From Which We Cannot Be Turned Out.

A Variety Of Nothing Is Superior To A Monotony Of Something.