When a man fell into his anecdotage it was a sign for him to retire from the world.
Nobody is forgotten, when it is convenient to remember him.
What appear to be calamities are often the sources of fortune.
Life is too short to be little.
Why should one say that the machine does not live? It breathes, for its breath forms the atmosphere of some towns.
Were it not for music, we might in these days say, the Beautiful is dead.