Dead we become the lumber of the world.

Before I married, I had three theories about raising children and no children. Now, I have three children and no theories.

Now piercèd is her virgin zone; She feels the foe within it. She hears a broken amorous groan, The panting lover's fainting moan, Just in the happy minute.

I have to speak my mind. Because what is in my mind is always more interesting than what is happening in the world outside my mind.

Dead we become the lumber of the world.

He never said a foolish thing nor never did a wise one.

any experiment of interest in life will be carried out at your own expense