“Like the withered roses of a once gay garland, the feelings of youth command in age a melancholy interest.”

Cheerfulness is an offshoot of goodness and of wisdom.

The great obstacle to progress is prejudice.

The lively and mercurial are as open books, with the leaves turned down at the notable passages. Their souls sit at the windows of their eyes, seeing and to be seen.

Words, like cannon balls, should go direct to their mark.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

A sound discretion is not so much indicated by never making a mistake as by never repeating it.

The method of the enterprising is to plan with audacity and execute with vigor.

How like a railway tunnel is the poor man’s life, with the light of childhood at one end, the intermediate gloom, and only the glimmer of a future life at the other extremity!

Pleasure and pain spring not so much from the nature of things, as from our manner of considering them. Pleasure, especially, is never an invariable effect of particular circumstances.

It is our relation to circumstances that determine their influence over us. The same wind that blows one ship into port may blow another off shore.

There is no tyrant like custom, and no freedom where its edicts are not resisted.

Wit never appears to greater advantage than when it is successfully exerted to relieve from a dilemma, palliate a deficiency, or cover a retreat.

The great artist is a slave to his ideals.

When we get tired of enjoying all the pleasures within our reach, we have still a resource in thinking of others that are not.

Example has more followers than reason. We unconsciously imitate what pleases us, and approximate to the characters we most admire.

The cheerful live longest in years, and afterwards in our regards. Cheerfulness is the off-shoot of goodness.

The Crusades – the most signal and most durable monument of human folly that has yet appeared in any age or nation.

Age appears best in four things: old wood to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust and old authors to read.

Baby we are not getting older each day we live our new versions and the new has no age.

My bloody hands that hold on to faith. Learned that we grow with pain and not age.

I don’t age anymore .

I had been playing polo, and I decided to give up at the age of 50.

Books are certainly old fashioned, but only people with a very limited perception are silly enough to condemn ideas because of their age.

We are who we hang out with. Hang with happy people & live a happy life. That’s a secret I learned at a very young age.