Trapped like a trap in a trap
all men are the same age.
Art is a form of catharsis emotional release, purging, cleansing, purifying.
Guns aren't lawful; nooses give; gas smells awful. So you might as well live.
I like best to have one book in my hand, and a stack of others on the floor beside me, so as to know the supply of poppy and mandragora will not run out before the small hours.
Woman wants monogamy; Man delights in novelty. Love is woman's moon and sun; Man has other forms of fun. Woman lives but in her lord; Count to ten, and man is bored. With this the gist and sum of it, What earthly good can come of it?