Published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity, and that he acknowledges the end.

My religion of life is always to be cheerful.

Woman's reason is in the milk of her breasts.

Lowly, with a broken neck, The crocus lays her cheek to mire.

We are betrayed by what is false within

Memoirs are the backstairs of history.

A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.