The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.