Make The Expectations Lively Enough, And Action

My Mind No Longer Has Romantic Abysses, But Has Become Shallow, With Many Little Gaps And Cracks.

With Age, The Mind Grows Slower And More Wily.

Magic Lives In Curves, Not Angles.

My Young Friend Supposes His Ingenuousness Is Merely A Ruse.

Virtue Sometimes Pretends. Vice Is Always Sincere.