The Fountain Of Love Is The Rose

I Will Not Say That Women Have No Character; Rather, They Have A New One Every Day.

Where Books Are Burnt, Men Finish Up Being Burnt Too.

But A Day Must Come When The Fire Of Youth Will Be Quenched In My Veins, When Winter Will Dwell In My Heart, When His Snow Flakes Will Whiten My Locks, And His Mists Will Dim My Eyes. Then My Friends Will Lie In Their Lonely Grave, And I Alone Will Remain Like A Solitary Stalk Forgotten By The Reaper.

Thought Is Invisible Nature.

Laughter Is Wholesome. God Is Not So Dull As Some People Make Out. Did Not He Make The Kitten To Chase Its Tail.