Age Doesn't Matter, Unless Your

Humankind's Chief Fault Is That They Have So Many Small Ones.

Ah! The Seasons Of Love Roll Not Backward But Onward, Downward Forever.

Joy Descends Gently Upon Us Like The Evening Dew, And Does Not Patter Down Like A Hailstorm.

Every Man Regards His Own Life As The New Year's Eve Of Time.

If Self-knowledge Is The Road To Virtue, So Is Virtue Still More The Road To Self-knowledge.