Silence Is The Wit Of Fools.

Yet, Every Now And Then, There Would Pass A Young Girl, Slender, Fair And Desirable, Arousing In Young Men A Not Ignoble Desire To Possess Her, And Stirring In Old Men Regrets For Ecstasy Not Seized And Now Forever Past.

It Is By Acts And Not By Ideas That People Live.

Nature, In Her Indifference, Makes No Distinction Between Good And Evil.

Only Men Who Are Not Interested In Women Are Interested In Women's Clothes. Men Who Like Women Never Notice What They Wear.

History Books That Contain No Lies Are Extremely Dull.