The Fate Of Love Is That It

Old Age Is The Verdict Of Life.

All Changes Are More Or Less Tinged With Melancholy, For What We Are Leaving Behind Is Part Of Ourselves.

The Fruit Of Life Is Experience, Not Happiness.

I Wear The Key Of Memory, And Can Open Every Door In The House Of My Life.

... The Evil That Comes Out Of Your Lips, Into Your Own Bosom Will Fall.