Beauty- it was a glorious gift of nature.
From now on walking is my beer and feeling good is my hangover.
Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.
A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.
I'll teach you to laugh at something that's funny!
Aries in his many fits knows no favorites.