So, lively brisk old fellow, don't let age get you down. White hairs or not, you can still be a lover.

No limit, no definition, may restrict the range or depth of the human spirit's passage into its own secrets or the world's.

Age does not make us childish, as some say; it finds us true children.

Personality is everything in art and poetry.

Someday perhaps the inner light will shine forth from us, and the we'll need no other light.

Whatever liberates our spirit, without also giving us mastery over ourselves, is destructive.

Everyone is deceived in his hopes, cheated in his expectations.