The next Augustan age will dawn on the other side of the Atlantic. The >>
This world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that fe >>
Every drop of ink in my pen ran cold. >>
The old know what they want; the young are sad and bewildered. >>
Twenty can't be expected to tolerate sixty in all things, and sixty ge >>
It is fortunate that each generation does not comprehend its own ignor >>
I avoid talking before the youth of the age as I would dancing before them: for if one's tongue don't move in the steps of the day, and thinks to please by its old graces, it is only an object of ridicule.