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An Old Man, Having Retired From Active Life, Regains The Gaity And Irresponsibility Of Childhood. He Is Ready To Play, He Cannot Run With His Son, But He Can Totter With His Grandson. Our First And Last Steps Have The Same Rhythm.

Either The Soul Is Immortal And We Shall Not Die, Or It Perishes With The Flesh And We Shall Not Know That We Are Dead. Live, Then, As If You Were Eternal.

A Great Statesman, Like A Good Housekeeper, Knows That Cleaning Has To Be Done Every Morning.

He Who Has Found A Good Wife Has Found Great Happiness, But A Quarrelsome Woman Is Like A Roof That Lets In The Rain.

Advice Is Always A Confession.