The More You Say, The Less They

One Thing Above All Gives Charm To Men's Thoughts, And This Is Unrest. A Mind That Is Not Uneasy Irritates And Bores Me.

Suffering... We Owe To It All That Is Good In Us, All That Gives Value To Life; We Owe To It Pity, We Owe To It Courage, We Owe To It All The Virtues.

All Changes, Even The Most Longed For, Have Their Melancholy; For What We Leave Behind Us Is A Part Of Ourselves; We Must Die To One Life Before We Can Enter Another.

A Woman Without Breasts Is Like A Bed Without Pillows.

Yet, Every Now And Then, There Would Pass A Young Girl, Slender, Fair And Desirable, Arousing In Young Men A Not Ignoble Desire To Possess Her, And Stirring In Old Men Regrets For Ecstasy Not Seized And Now Forever Past.