With Age, Comfort Becomes More Seductive Than

I Do Not Regret The Folly Of My Youth, But The Timidity.

No Need To Be Sentimental To Mourn The Loss Of Paradise.

Fear Of My Cruel Impulses Makes Me Kind.

The Lady: A Fluty Voice, Sensible Shoes, A Melancholy Sense Of Living By Rules Few Still Remember.

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