Though all afflictions are evils in themselves, yet they are good for us, because they discover to us our disease and tend to our cure.
Old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.
Forsake not an old friend; for the new is not comparable to him: a new friend is as new wine; when it is old, thou shalt drink it with pleasure.
You end up as you deserve. In old age you must put up with the face, the friends, the health, and the children you have earned.
The tendency of old age to the body, say the physiologists, is to form bone. It is as rare as it is pleasant to meet with an old man whose opinions are not ossified.
The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
The tendency of old age to the body, say the physiologists, is to form bone. It is as rare as it is pleasant to meet with an old man whose opinions are not ossified.
Life begins at 40âbut so do fallen arches, rheumatism, faulty eyesight, and the tendency to tell a story to the same person, three or four times.
The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness.
You end up as you deserve. In old age you must put up with the face, the friends, the health, and the children you have earned.
Age does not depend upon years, but upon temperament and health. Some men are born old, and some never grow so.
To exclude from positions of trust and command all those below the age of 44 would have kept Jefferson from writing the Declaration of Independence, Washington from commanding the Continental Army, Madison from fathering the Constitution, Hamilton from serving as secretary of the treasury, Clay from being elected speaker of the House and Christopher Columbus from discovering America.
Perhaps the most delightful friendships are those in which there is much agreement, much disputation, and yet more personal liking.
Look up! the wide extended plain Is billowy with its ripened grain, And on the summer winds are rolled Its waves of emerald and gold.
Adam, well may we labour, still to dress This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flower.
Our rural ancestors with little blest, Patient of labour when the end was rest, Indulg'd the day that hous'd their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.
In ancient times, the sacred Plough employ'd The Kings and awful Fathers of mankind: And some, with whom compared your insect-tribes Are but the beings of a summer's day, Have held the Scale of Empire, ruled the Storm Of mighty War; then, with victorious hand, Disdaining little delicacies, seized The Plough, and, greatly independent, scorned All the vile stores corruption can bestow.
E'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain, Oft have I seen the war of winds contend, And prone on earth th' infuriate storm descend, Waste far and wide, and by the roots uptorn, The heavy harvest sweep through ether borne, As light straw and rapid stubble fly In dark'ning whirlwinds round the wintry sky.
And a good south wind sprung up behind, The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariner's hollo! "God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends that plague thus thee!-- Why look'st thou so?"--"With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross."
The aura of the theocratic death penalty for adultery still clings to America, even outside New England, and multiple divorce, which looks to the European like serial polygamy, is the moral solution to the problem of the itch. Love comes into it too, of course, but in Europe we tend to see marital love as an eternity which encompasses hate and also indifference: when we promise to love we really mean that we promise to honor a contract. Americans, seeming to take marriage with not enough seriousness, are really taking love and sex with too much.
Nothing can occur beyond the strength of faith to sustain, or, transcending the resources of religion, to relieve.
Marriage is low down, but you spend the rest of your life paying for it.
There is nothing enduring in life for a women except what she builds in a man's heart.
Marriage is that relation between man and woman in which the independence is equal, the dependence mutual, and the obligation reciprocal.
Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship - never.