Time is so old and love so brief, love is pure gold and time a thief. We're late, darling, we're late, The curtain descends, everything ends, too soon, too soon.

The burnt child, urged by rankling ire, Can hardly wait to get back at the fire.

When a lady's erotic life is vexed God knows what God is coming next.

People expect old men to die, They do not really mourn old men. Old men are different. People look At them with eyes that wonder when ... People watch with unshocked eyes; But the old men know when an old man dies.

In real life, it takes only one to make a quarrel.

Progress might have been all right once, but it's gone on too long.

I was born a jackdaw; why should I try to be an owl?