I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that stil >>
Youth comes but once in a lifetime. >>
Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its danger >>
One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave. >>
At twenty a man is a peacock, at thirty a lion, at forty a camel, at f >>
It is a bore, I admit, to be past seventy, for you are left for execut >>
To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then you sit down and meditate and wonder which it will be.