We Are The Buffoons Of Our Children.

Desire Is Poison At Lunch And Wormwood At Dinner; Your Bed Is A Stone, Friendship Is Hateful And Your Fancy Is Always Fixed On One Thing.

Love Doesn't Hide. It Stays And Fights. It Goes The Distance, That's Why Love Is So Strong. So It Can Carry You All The Way Home.

We Are The Buffoons Of Our Children.

I Keep My Friends As Misers Do Their Treasure, Because, Of All The Things Granted Us By Wisdom, None Is Greater Or Better Than Friendship.

Why Should I Be Ashamed To Describe What Nature Was Not Ashamed To Create?