When I Tried To Draw Near, You

One Wastes So Much Time, One Is So Prodigal Of Life, At Twenty! Our Days Of Winter Count For Double. That Is The Compensation Of The Old.

There Are No More Thorough Prudes Than Those Who Have Some Little Secret To Hide.

And I Refused To Make Any Sacrifices; For Nothing On Earth Seemed More Valuable Than My Peace Of Mind, My Pleasure And My Acclaim.

One Never Knows How Much A Family May Grow; And When A Hive Is Too Full, And It Is Necessary To Form A New Swarm, Each One Thinks Of Carrying Away His Own Honey.

Honesty Dies In Selling Itself.