Until The Day Of His Death No

A Genius Knows How To Make Himself Easily Understood Without Being Obvious About It.

Il Y Aura Toujours Un Chien Perdu Quelque Part Qui M'empe" Chera D'e" Tre Heureux. There Will Always Be A Lost Dog Somewhere That Will Prevent Me Being Happy.

Oh, Love Is Real Enough; You Will Find It Someday, But It Has One Archenemy - And That Is Life.

Beauty, Real Beauty, Is Something Very Grave. If There Is A God, He Must Be Partly That.

Life Isn't What You Think It Is. It's Like Water, And The Young Let It Trickle Away Between Their Fingers Without Even Noticing. Cup Your Hands, Keep It Safe. Life Eventually Becomes Something Else, Something Hard, Something Simple, Something You Can Hold In Your Hand And Nibble On Contentedly As You Sit In The Sun.