Old age and youth cannot live together.
Venus can see at night without eyes.
The white man in the tropics degenerates every day.
Anyone would think a thin stick like me, weak and miserable, would go down with everything: do you think I get more than my old cough every winter? I bet I live till ninety, with all my aches and pains. To think that's fifty more years of the Great-I-Am.
A woman is a hunter without a forest.
Creation of something out of nothing is the most primitive of human passions and the most optimistic