Everything mortal has moments immortal
On the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. Youth condemns; maturity condones.
Youth condemns; maturity condones
When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Love is a game-yes? I think it is a drowning.
A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.