The Children Of Childish Parents Age Quickly.

Mild Brown Eyes Beckon Me To The Past, But Memory Provides No Clue.

When Disaster Waves, I Try Not To Wave Back.

The Right Time To Die Is Never Exactly Now.

Ideologies Can Survive Hostility, But Not Indifference.

A Beautiful Woman Peers Out Her Window, As Full Of Envy As The Harridan Who Peers Up At Her From The Street.