I have never known a novel that was good enough to be good in spite of >>
I wonder, among all the tangles of this mortal coil, which one contain >>
If only we'd stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time. >>
I'm saving that rocker for the day when I feel as old as I really am. >>
He who would pass his declining years with honor and comfort, should, >>
At twenty you have many desires which hide the truth, but beyond forty >>
There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow.