If Self-knowledge Is The Road To Virtue,

Every Man Regards His Own Life As The New Year's Eve Of Time.

Ah! The Seasons Of Love Roll Not Backward But Onward, Downward Forever.

As A Man Grows Older It Is Harder And Harder To Frighten Him.

The Last, Best Fruit Which Comes To Late Perfection, Even In The Kindliest Soul, Is Tenderness Toward The Hard, Forbearance Toward The Unforbearing, Warmth Of Heart Toward The Cold, Philanthropy Toward The Misanthropic.

Every Friend Is To The Other A Sun, And A Sunflower Also. He Attracts And Follows.