Nothing Is Funnier Than Unhappiness.

To What Will Love Not Stoop!

The Day You Die Is Just Like Any Other, Only Shorter.

To Think, When One Is No Longer Young, When One Is Not Yet Old, That One Is No Longer Young, That One Is Not Yet Old, That Is Perhaps Something.

Yes, There Were Times When I Forgot Not Only Who I Was But That I Was, Forgot To Be.

There Is No Escape From Yesterday Because Yesterday Has Deformed Us, Or Been Deformed By Us. The Mood Is Of No Importance. Deformation Has Taken Place.