We Grow With Years More Fragile In

There Are People Whose Society I Find Delicious; But When I Sit Alone And Think Of Them I Shudder.

What Joy Can The Years Bring Half So Sweet As The Unhappiness They've Taken Away?

Uncultivated Minds Are Not Full Of Wild Flowers, Like Uncultivated Fields. Villainous Weeds Grow In Them And They Are The Haunt Of Toads.

Money And Sex Are Forces Too Unruly For Our Reason; They Can Only Be Controlled By Taboos With Which We Tamper At Our Peril.

Charming People Live Up To The Very Edge Of Their Charm, And Behave As Outrageously As The World Will Let Them.