When one subtracts from life infancy (which is vegetation), sleep, eat >>
What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman. >>
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The outer passes away; the innermost is the same yesterday, today, and >>
At seventy-seven it is time to be in earnest. >>
Growing old is not growing up. >>
My time has been passed viciously and agreeably; at thirty-one so few years months days hours or minutes remain that Carpe Diem is not enough. I have been obliged to crop even the seconds -- for who can trust to tomorrow?