Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted. >>
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled wi >>
Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall >>
The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of >>
It's good to be here. At 98, it's good to be anywhere. >>
Youth is a blunder, manhood is a struggle and old age a regret. >>
For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.