What Makes Old Age So Sad Is,

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.

Like The Greatest Virtue And The Worst Dogs, The Fiercest Hatred Is Silent.

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

The Look Of A King Is Itself A Deed.

Man's Feelings Are Always Purest And Most Glowing In The Hour Of Meeting And Of Farewell.