The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.
More men die of worry than of work, because more men worry than work.
Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze.
I hate the idea that you ought to read the whole of anybody.
Come grow old with me, for the best is yet to come!
Fortunately, we don't need to know how bad an age is. There is something we can always be doing without reference to how good or bad the age is.