When I was as you are now, towering in the confidence of twenty-one, l >>
Its proper use is to amuse the idle, and relax the studious, and dilut >>
At seventy-seven it is time to be in earnest. >>
Sorrow makes us all children again, destroys all differences of intell >>
Sadness does not inhere in things; it does not reach us from the world >>
Since my earliest childhood a barb of sorrow has lodged in my heart. A >>
There is no wisdom in useless and hopeless sorrow, but there is something in it so like virtue, that he who is wholly without it cannot be loved.