Nature Has Lent Us Life At Interest,

Mental Stains Can Not Be Removed By Time, Nor Washed Away By Any Waters. [lat., Animi Labes Nec Diuturnitate Vanescere Nec Omnibus Ullis Elui Potest.]

Inability To Tell Good From Evil Is The Greatest Worry Of Man's Life.

He Who Hangs On The Errors Of The Ignorant Multitude, Must Not Be Counted Among Great Men.

The Best Armour Of Old Age Is A Well Spent Life Preceding It; A Life Employed In The Pursuit Of Useful Knowledge, In Honourable Actions And The Practice Of Virtue; In Which He Who Labours To Improve Himself From His Youth, Will In Age Reap The Happiest Fruits Of Them; Not Only Because These Never Leave A Man, Not Even In The Extremest Old Age; But Because A Conscience Bearing Witness That Our Life Was Well-spent, Together With The Remembrance Of Past Good Actions, Yields An Unspeakable Comfort To The Soul

I Never Heard Of An Old Man Forgetting Where He Had Buried His Money. Old People Remember What Interests Them: The Dates Fixed For Their Lawsuits, And The Names Of Their Debtors And Creditors.