Every now and then you meet a man whose ignorance is encyclopedic.
Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.
Every scarecrow has a secret ambition to terrorize.
Here lies William Trollope, Who made these stones roll up; When death took his soul up, His body filled this hole up
Man is fatally slow on the uptake; it always takes him until the next generation to understand what's going on.
You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories