A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
I have had, and may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called, in life, who are like one's partners in the waltz of this world -not much remembered when the ball is over.
Old man! 'Tis not difficult to die.
I learned to love despair.
Dreading that climax of all human ills the inflammation of his weekly bills.