A friendship will be young after the lapse of half a century; a passion is old at the end of three months.
We expect everything and are prepared for nothing.
We are often prophets to others only because we are our own historians.
In youth, grief comes with a rush and overflow, but it dries up, too, like the torrent. In the winter of life it remains a miserable pool, resisting all evaporation.
We are rich only through what we give.
Time is the shower of Danae; each drop is golden.