The Saluki Is A Marvel Of Elegance.

All The Small Squalors Of The Body, Known Only To Oneself, Insignificant In Youth, Easily Dismissed, In Old Age Became Dominant And Entered Into Fulfilment Of The Tyranny They Had Always Threatened.

However Many Resolutions One Makes, One's Pen, Like Water, Always Finds Its Own Level, And One Can't Write In Any Way Other Than One's Own.

One Must Be Businesslike, Although The Glass Is Falling.

The Wise Traveler Is He Who Is Perpetually Surprised.

There Is Nothing More Lovely In Life Than The Union Of Two People Whose Love For One Another Has Grown Through The Years, From The Small Acorn Of Passion, Into A Great Rooted Tree