This victory will be your I ruin.
Time glides away and as we get older through the noiseless years; the days flee and are restrained by no reign.
Though the strength is lacking, yet the willingness is commendable.
Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.
Every one who repeats it adds something to the scandal. [The rolling snow-ball.]
I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth.