The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and pas >>
And say my glory was I had such friends. >>
I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic's heart. >>
I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotio >>
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for w >>
None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm >>
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick