Beautiful is old age—beautiful as the slow-dropping mellow autumn of a rich glorious summer. In the old man, Nature has fulfilled her work; she loads him with blessings; she fills him with the fruits of a well-spent life; and, surrounded by his children and his children's children, she rocks him softly away to a grave, to which he is followed with blessings. God forbid we should not call it beautiful.
James Anthony FroudeThe endurance of the inequalities of life by the poor is the marvel of human society.
James Anthony FroudeMorality, when vigorously alive, sees farther than intellect, and provides unconsciously for intellectual difficulties.
James Anthony FroudeWild animals never kill for sport. Man is the only one to whom the torture and death of his fellow creatures is amusing in itself.
James Anthony Froude