One can learn, at least. One can go on learning until the day one is cut off.
So much for the fruits of love. Love? What's love? Sex, ah, that's another thing. Love has babies: sex has abortions.
Ambition will, and should, always outstrip achievement.
Style is what's there when you look at someone's writing and you know that they wrote it and nobody else did.
Poverty is a stubborn thing: you seldom escape it with one bound.
Prudence says one thing, desire says another, and I'd rather go with desire any time.