grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.
All poetry is difficult to read - The sense of it anyhow.
Man seeks his own good at the whole world's cost.
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
Our aspirations are our responsibilities.
You call for faith: I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists. The more of doubt, the stronger faith, I say, If faith o'ercomes doubt.