Wisdom Knows When To Return Death's Embrace.

As The Tenor Roars His Passion, I Think Sadly Of My Spreading Middle, And His.

After Sixty, The Self-questioning Of Middle Age Is Obsolete.

While There's Life, There's Fear.

The Muse Is Blind As Cupid And Skittish As Diana.

After My Spectacular Failures, I Could Not Be Satisfied With An Ordinary Success.