Few Things Are Worth Doing Perfectly.

Frivolous Sorrow Is Folly. Frivolous Enjoyment Is Not.

Sometimes "yes" Is Rhetoric Enough.

Growth Provides Novel Experiences For Youth; Decay The Same, Alas, For Age.

My Strengths Make Me Contemptuous. My Weaknesses Make Me Charitable.

The Young Have Stolen Our Youthfulness, And Flaunt It Without Shame.