I Am Going To Seek A Great

But Where Are The Snows Of Last Year? That Was The Greatest Concern Of Villon, The Parisian Poet.

The Farce Is Finished. I Go To Seek A Vast Perhaps.

Everything Comes In Time To Those Who Can Wait.

Time, Which Wears Down And Diminishes All Things, Augments And Increases Good Deeds, Because A Good Turn Liberally Offered To A Reasonable Man Grows Continually Through Noble Thought And Memory.

I'd Rather Write About Laughing Than Crying, For Laughter Makes Men Human, And Courageous.