Old Age Is An Insult. It's Like

I'm Trying To Die Correctly, But It's Very Difficult, You Know.

Whatever The Heart Desires, It Purchases At The Cost Of Soul

Let Us Define 'man' As A Poet Perpetually Conspiring Against Himself.

Old Age Is An Insult. It's Like Being Smacked.

Everyone Loathes His Own Country And Countrymen If He Is Any Sort Of Artist.