Old Age Takes Away From Us What

We Soon Cease To Feel The Grief At The Deaths Of Our Friends, Yet We Continue To The End Of Our Lives To Miss Them. They Are Still With Us In Their Absence.

The More We Feel Sorry For Ourselves, The Less Sorry Others Will Feel For Us. People Don't Waste Their Small Store Of Sympathy On Those Who Can Provide It So Richly For Themselves.

One Of The Marks Of A Great Poet Is That He Creates His Own Family Of Words And Teaches Them To Live Together In Harmony And To Help One Another.

We Are Closer To The Ants Than To The Butterflies. Very Few People Can Endure Much Leisure.

We Should All Live As If We Were Never Going To Die, For It Is The Deaths Of Our Friends That Hurt Us, Not Our Own.