Alas how quickly the gratitude owed to the dead flows off how quick to be proved a deceiver.

Alas, how quickly the gratitude owed to the dead flows off, how quick to be proved a deceiver.

Author: Sophocles

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One word frees us of all the weight and pain in life. That word is love.

A man growing old becomes a child again.

How sweet for those faring badly to forget their misfortunes, even for a short time.

All a man's affairs become diseased when he wishes to cure evils by evils.

Copulation is no more foul to me than death is.

And if a double-decker bus crashes into us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.

Beauty is a pair of shoes that makes you wanna die.

Jazz is not dead, it just smells funny.