A Feeling Of Sadness And Longing, That

I Venerate Old Age; And I Love Not The Man Who Can Look Without Emotion Upon The Sunset Of Life, When The Dusk Of Evening Begins To Gather Over The Watery Eye, And The Shadows Of Twilight Grow Broader And Deeper Upon The Understanding.

Day Of The Lord, As All Our Days Should Be!

Art Is Long, And Time Is Fleeting, And Our Hearts, Though Stout And Brave, Still, Like Muffled Drums, Are Beating Funeral Marches To The Grave.

Do Not Delay, Do Not Delay: The Golden Moments Fly!

The Heart, Like The Mind, Has A Memory. And In It Are Kept The Most Precious Keepsakes.