Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted. >>
Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plaste >>
Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age >>
Tomorrow is often the busiest day of the week. >>
Tomorrow is a thief of pleasure. >>
Tomorrow every fault is to be amended; but tomorrow never comes. >>
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow is our destined way, but to act that each tomorrow may find us further than today.