If you don't like your job, you don't strike! You just go in every day, and do it really half assed. That's the American way.

Goddess-nurse of the young, give ear to my prayer, and grant that this woman may reject the love-embraces of youth and dote on grey-haired old men whose powers are dulled, but whose hearts still desire.

Generations of men are like the leaves. In winter, winds blow them down to earth, but then, when spring season comes again, the budding wood grows more. And so with men: one generation grows, another dies away.

I'm in a place where I don't know where I am!

Shame greatly hurts or greatly helps mankind.

Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the ground; but the trees burst into bud and put on fresh ones when the spring comes round.

There is no fouler fiend than a woman when her mind is bent to evil.