Forty is the old age of youth, fifty is the youth of old age.
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- When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.
- Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.
- A saint addicted to excessive self-abnegation is a dangerous associate; he may infect you with poverty, and a stiffening of those joints which are needed for advancement — in a word, with more renunciation than you care for — and so you flee the contagion.
- Superstition, bigotry and prejudice, ghosts though they are, cling tenaciously to life; they are shades armed with tooth and claw. They must be grappled with unceasingly, for it is a fateful part of human destiny that it is condemned to wage perpetual war against ghosts. A shade is not easily taken by the throat and destroyed.
- Short as life is, we make it still shorter by the careless waste of time.
- The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather loved in spite of ourselves.