That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain. >>
Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend t >>
Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong. >>
There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creat >>
We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals. >>
Middle age is youth without levity, and age without decay. >>
I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding.