The Piglet, the Sheep, and the Goat A young pig was shut up in a fold-yard with a Goat and a Sheep. On one occasion when the shepherd laid hold of him, he grunted and squeaked and resisted violently. The Sheep and the Goat complained of his distressing cries, saying, He often handles us, and we do not cry out. To this the Pig replied, Your handling and mine are very different things. He catches you only for your wool, or your milk, but he lays hold on me for my very life.
The Fox Who Had Lost His Tail A fox caught in a trap escaped, but in so doing lost his tail. Thereafter, feeling his life a burden from the shame and ridicule to which he was exposed, he schemed to convince all the other Foxes that being tailless was much more attractive, thus making up for his own deprivation. He assembled a good many Foxes and publicly advised them to cut off their tails, saying that they would not only look much better without them, but that they would get rid of the weight of the brush, which was a very great inconvenience. One of them interrupting him said, If you had not yourself lost your tail, my friend, you would not thus counsel us.
The Stag in the Ox-Stall A stag, roundly chased by the hounds and blinded by fear to the danger he was running into, took shelter in a farmyard and hid himself in a shed among the oxen. An Ox gave him this kindly warning: O unhappy creature! why should you thus, of your own accord, incur destruction and trust yourself in the house of your enemy?' The Stag replied: Only allow me, friend, to stay where I am, and I will undertake to find some favorable opportunity of effecting my escape. At the approach of the evening the herdsman came to feed his cattle, but did not see the Stag; and even the farm-bailiff with several laborers passed through the shed and failed to notice him. The Stag, congratulating himself on his safety, began to express his sincere thanks to the Oxen who had kindly helped him in the hour of need. One of them again answered him: We indeed wish you well, but the danger is not over. There is one other yet to pass through the shed, who has as it were a hundred eyes, and until he has come and gone, your life is still in peril. At that moment the master himself entered, and having had to complain that his oxen had not been properly fed, he went up to their racks and cried out: Why is there such a scarcity of fodder? There is not half enough straw for them to lie on. Those lazy fellows have not even swept the cobwebs away. While he thus examined everything in turn, he spied the tips of the antlers of the Stag peeping out of the straw. Then summoning his laborers, he ordered that the Stag should be seized and killed.
Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.
A woman's life is a history of the affections.
Weak withering age no rigid law forbids. With frugal nectar, smooth and slow with balm, The sapless habit daily to bedew, And give the hesitating wheels of life Gliblier to play.
What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each love one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth as I am now.
He has grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life. So that no wonder waits him.
. . . Years steal Fire from the mind, as vigor from the limb; And life's enchanted cut but sparkles near the brim.
When a noble life has prepared old age, it is not decline that it reveals, but the first days of immortality.
The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
Aging seems to be the only available way to live a long life.
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.
If you associate enough with older people who do enjoy their lives, who are not stored away in any golden ghettos, you will gain a sense of continuity and of the possibility for a full life.
The more sand has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
When a noble life has prepared old age, it is not decline that it reveals, but the first days of immortality.
Age--that period of life in which we compound for the vices that we still cherish by reviling those that we no longer have the enterprise to commit.
For the first half of your life, people tell you what you should do; for the second half, they tell you what you should have done. -Richard Needham.
Life is a long lesson in humility. -James M. Barrie.
The follies which a man regrets most in his life are those which he didn't commit when he had the opportunity. -Helen Rowland.
Find an aim in life before you run out of ammunition. -Arnold Glasow.
It was one of the deadliest and heaviest feelings of my life to feel that I was no longer a boy. From that moment I began to grow old in my own esteem -and in my esteem age is not estimable.
A man must have grown old and lived long in order to see how short life is. -Arthur Schopenhauer.
The first half of life consists of the capacity to enjoy without the chance; the last half consists of the chance without the capacity. -Mark Twain.
I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.