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I find that a man is as old as his work. If his work keeps him from moving forward, he read more
I find that a man is as old as his work. If his work keeps him from moving forward, he will look forward with the work.
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.
And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that
bringeth forth his fruit in read more
And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that
bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not
wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
As I approve of a youth that has something of the old man in him, so I am no less read more
As I approve of a youth that has something of the old man in him, so I am no less pleased with an old man that has something of the youth. He that follows this rule may be old in body, but can never be so in mind.
I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You're young enough to get away read more
I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You're young enough to get away with things, but you're old enough, too.
If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.
If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.
Growing old is no more than a bad habit which a busy man has no time to form.
Growing old is no more than a bad habit which a busy man has no time to form.
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by read more
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.
The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by
reason of strength they be fourscore read more
The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by
reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength
labour and sorrow; for it soon cut off, and we fly away.
