Old Age, After All, Is Merely The

Jealousy - That Jumble Of Secret Worship And Ostensible Aversion.

I Foresee The Day When We Shall Read Nothing But Telegrams And Prayers.

I Would Like To Go Mad On One Condition, Namely, That I Would Become A Happy Madman, Lively And Always In A Good Mood, Without Any Troubles And Obsessions, Laughing Senselessly From Morning To Night.

To Exist Is A Habit I Do Not Despair Of Acquiring.

What Are You Waiting For In Order To Give Up?