I Would Like To Be Like My

We Die Only Once, And For Such A Long Time.

Betrayed And Wronged In Everything, I’ll Flee This Bitter World Where Vice Is King, And Seek Some Spot Unpeopled And Apart Where I’ll Be Free To Have An Honest Heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope

New-born Desires, After All, Have Inexplicable Charms, And All The Pleasure Of Love Is In Variety.

The Art Of Flatterers Is To Take Advantage Of The Foibles Of The Great, To Foster Their Errors, And Never To Give Advice Which May Annoy.

We Should Look Long And Carefully At Ourselves Before We Pass Judgement On Others.