Published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity, and that he acknowledges the end.
Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars.
Caricature is rough truth.
See ye not, Courtesy is the true Alchemy, turning to gold all it touches and tries?
Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.
Observation is the most enduring of the pleasures of life.