Better Is Old Wine Than New, And

Those Clouds Are Angels' Robes.

And Now I'm Old And Going--i'm Sure I Can't Tell Where; One Comfort Is, This World's So Hard, I Can't Be Worse Off There

If I Am Ever Obscure In My Expressions, Do Not Fancy That Therefore I Am Deep. If I Were Really Deep, All The World Would Understand, Though They Might Not Appreciate. The Perfectly Popular Style Is The Perfectly Scientific One. To Me An Obscurity Is A Reason For Suspecting A Fallacy.

Young Blood Must Have Its Course, Lad, And Every Dog Its Day.

Take Comfort, And Recollect However Little You And I May Know, God Knows; He Knows Himself And You And Me And All Things; And His Mercy Is Over All His Works.