Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.
A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.
Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days!
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.
If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.
Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.