Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, and fills up all the mighty void of sense.
Pleas'd look forward, pleas'd to look behind,And count each birthday with a grateful mind.
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them
Not always actions show the man; we find who does a kindness is not therefore kind.
Age and want sit smiling at the gate.