Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.
Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth.
These stars of earth, these golden flowers.
Every man has his secret sorrows.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.