Solitude cherishes great virtues and destroys little ones. >>
Whatever you are from nature, keep to it; never desert your own line o >>
How can a bishop marry? How can he flirt? The most he can say is I wil >>
If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older. >>
I wasted time, and now time doth waste me. >>
He who would pass his declining years with honor and comfort, should, >>
It is a bore, I admit, to be past seventy, for you are left for execution, and are daily expecting the death-warrant; but it is not anything very capital we quit. We are, at the close of life, only hurried away from stomach-aches, pains in the joints, from sleepless nights and unamusing days, from weakness, ugliness, and nervous tremors; but we shall all meet again in another planet, cured of all our defects.