Without God There Is For

As Winter Strips The Leaves From Around Us, So That We May See The Distant Regions They Formerly Concealed, So Old Age Takes Away Our Enjoyments Only To Enlarge The Prospect Of The Coming Eternity.

The Romance Of Life Begins And Ends With Two Blank Pages. Age And Extreme Old Age.

What Makes Old Age So Sad Is, Not That Our Joys, But That Our Hopes Then Cease.

Gray Hairs Seem To My Fancy Like The Soft Light Of The Moon, Silvering Over The Evening Of Life.

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