Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will. All the rest >>
Living is like working out a long addition sum, and if you make a mist >>
No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marryin >>
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He who is not busy being born is busy dying. >>
Variability is the law of life, and as no two faces are the same, so n >>
Living is like working out a long addition sum, and if you make a mistake in the first two totals you will never find the right answer. It means involving oneself in a complicated chain of circumstances.