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There Are People Whose Society I Find Delicious; But When I Sit Alone And Think Of Them I Shudder.

Those Who Talk On The Razor-edge Of Double-meanings Pluck The Rarest Blooms From The Precipice On Either Side.

There Is More Felicity On The Far Side Of Baldness Than Young Men Can Possibly Imagine.

Growing Old Is Not A Gradual Decline, But A Series Of Drops, Full Of Sorrow, From One Ledge To Another Below It.

The Ladies Who Try To Keep Their Beauty Are The Ladies Who Lose It.