The twilight that surrounds the border-land of old romance.

It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life.

I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding.

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.

The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.

For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest.