Things Are Only Worth What You Make

I Would Like To Be Like My Father And All The Rest Of My Ancestors Who Never Married.

Cover That Bosom That I Must Not See: Souls Are Wounded By Such Things.

You Have But To Hold Forth In Cap And Gown, And Any Gibberish Becomes Learning, All Nonsense Passes For Sense.

Each Day My Reason Tells Me So; But Reason Doesn't Rule In Love, You Know.

According To The Saying Of An Ancient Philosopher, One Should Eat To Live, And Not Live To Eat