Parents are the last people on earth who ought to have children. >>
Neither have they hearts to stay, nor wit enough to run away. >>
Arguments are like fire-arms which a man may keep at home but should n >>
Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel th >>
Love the art in yourself and not yourself in the art. >>
There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy. >>
It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.