When marrying, ask yourself this question: Do you believe that you will be able to converse well with this person read more

When marrying, ask yourself this question: Do you believe that you will be able to converse well with this person into your old age? Everything else in marriage is transitory.

On one occasion some one put a very little wine into a wine
cooler, and said that it was read more

On one occasion some one put a very little wine into a wine
cooler, and said that it was sixteen years old. "It is very
small for its age," said Gnathaena.

Aging seems to be the only available way to live a long life.

Aging seems to be the only available way to live a long life.

My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, read more

My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),

. . . Years steal
Fire from the mind, as vigor from the limb;
And life's enchanted read more

. . . Years steal
Fire from the mind, as vigor from the limb;
And life's enchanted cut but sparkles near the brim.

The awareness of the ambiguity of one's highest achievements (as well as one's deepest failures) is a definite symptom of read more

The awareness of the ambiguity of one's highest achievements (as well as one's deepest failures) is a definite symptom of maturity.

How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.

How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.

The old -- like children -- talk to themselves, for they have reached that hopeless wisdom of experience which knows read more

The old -- like children -- talk to themselves, for they have reached that hopeless wisdom of experience which knows that though one were to cry it in the streets to multitudes, or whisper it in the kiss to one's beloved, the only ears that can ever hear one's secrets are one's own!

It is well for the world that in most of us, by the age of thirty, the character has set read more

It is well for the world that in most of us, by the age of thirty, the character has set like plaster, and will never soften again.