You've never lived until you've almost died. For those who have fought for it, life has a flavor the protected shall never know.

The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn.

You've never lived until you've almost died. For those who have fought for it, life has a flavor the protected shall never know.

History, that excitable and unreliable old lady.

Life is a slope. As long as you're going up you're always looking towards the top and you feel happy, but when you reach it, suddenly you can see the road going downhill and death at the end of it all. It's slow going up and quick going down.

Ale, not beer, in a pewter mug was comme il faut, the only thing for a gentleman of letters, worthy of the name, to drink.

Anguish of suspense made men even desire the arrival of enemies.