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Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never read more
Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold, And the great price we paid for it full worth: We have it only when we are half earth. Little avails that coinage to the old!
Inflation is when you pay fifteen dollars for the ten-dollar haircut you used to get for five dollars when you read more
Inflation is when you pay fifteen dollars for the ten-dollar haircut you used to get for five dollars when you had hair.
By the time we've made it, we've had it. -Malcolm Forbes.
By the time we've made it, we've had it. -Malcolm Forbes.
Few women, I fear, have had such reason as I have to think the long sad years of youth were read more
Few women, I fear, have had such reason as I have to think the long sad years of youth were worth living for the sake of middle age.
Forsake not an old friend; for the new is not comparable to him:
a new friend is as new read more
Forsake not an old friend; for the new is not comparable to him:
a new friend is as new wine; when it is old, thou shalt drink it
with pleasure.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance. -Shakespeare.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance. -Shakespeare.
The more sand has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
The more sand has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
Find an aim in life before you run out of ammunition. -Arnold Glasow.
Find an aim in life before you run out of ammunition. -Arnold Glasow.
Old age doth in sharp pains abound;
We are belabored by the gout,
Our blindness is a read more
Old age doth in sharp pains abound;
We are belabored by the gout,
Our blindness is a dark profound,
Our deafness each one laughs about.
Then reason's light with falling ray
Doth but a trembling flicker cast.
Honor to age, ye children pay!
Alas! my fifty years are past!
