Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.
Repetition is the mother of education.
It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope.
If self-knowledge is the road to virtue, so is virtue still more the road to self-knowledge.
Paradise is always where love dwells.
Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.