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O friend, for the morrow let us not worryThis moment we have now, let us not hurryWhen our time comes, we shall not tarryWith seven thousand-year-olds, our burden carry

Now the New Year reviving old Desires, The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires.

Were it not Folly, Spider-like to spinThe Thread of present Life away to win-What? for ourselves, who know not if we shallBreathe out the very Breath we now breathe in!

The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

You [future first ladies] will feel that you are no longer clothing yourself, you are dressing a public monument.

I blast "Northern Sky," by the Capital Kings, on the way there, but at the gym, I totally zone out.

The characters have their own lives and their own logic, and you have to act accordingly.

When life has gone into overtime it's easy to take liberties.

Donald Trump would not lose a single voter over any report indicating that his tax plan might not work.

The relation between husband and wife should turn into a love of the heart untouched by desire.

My expectation is that technology always changes.

The two key words for the European Union are creativity and fruitfulness. That's the challenge.

From the very beginning I've said to women not to follow the fashion rules blindly, and to adapt clothes to suit who they are, and not the contrary.

Error is to be pitied and pardoned: it is the weakness of human nature. But vice is a foul blemish, not pardonable in any character.