One should either be sad or joyful. Contentment is a warm sty for eaters and sleepers. |
The iceman cometh |
The old / like children / talk to themselves, for they have reached that hopeless wisdom of experience which knows that though one were to cry it in the streets to multitudes, or whisper it in the kiss to one's beloved, the only ears that can ever hear one's secrets are one's own! |
The sea hates a coward |
There is no present or future, only the past, happening over and over again, now |
There is no present or future, only the past, happening over and over again, now |
When men make gods, there is no God |
When you're 50 you start thinking about things you haven't thought about before. I used to think getting old was about vanity - but actually it's about losing people you love. Getting wrinkles is trivial. |