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Consider well the proportion of things. It is better to be a young June bug, than an old bird of read more
Consider well the proportion of things. It is better to be a young June bug, than an old bird of paradise. -Mark Twain.
The woman who tells her age is either too young to have anything to lose or too old to have read more
The woman who tells her age is either too young to have anything to lose or too old to have anything to gain.
Believe that you're young enough, old enough, strong enough, and so on to accomplish everything you want to do.
Believe that you're young enough, old enough, strong enough, and so on to accomplish everything you want to do.
Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle read more
Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
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.
Memory tempers prosperity, mitigates adversity, controls youth, and delights old age.rn
Memory tempers prosperity, mitigates adversity, controls youth, and delights old age.rn
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!
The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning read more
The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness.
Age is something that doesn't matter, unless you are a cheese
Age is something that doesn't matter, unless you are a cheese
