To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-cr >>
The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a >>
All things must change to something new, to something strange. >>
One should never direct people towards happiness, because happiness to >>
If you value a man's regard, strive with him. As to liking, you like y >>
Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles; but the magnifying of t >>
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.