Age doesn't matter, unless your cheese.
A loving maiden grows unconsciously more bold.
Ah! The seasons of love roll not backward but onward, downward forever.
The romance of life begins and ends with two blank pages. Age and extreme old age.
Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.
He thought of the mouldering child, which laid its withered thin arms around his soul, as if it were his own, and to whom Death had given as much as a god gave to Endymion, — sleep, eternal youth, and immortality.