There is a quiet repose and steadiness about the happiness of age, if the life has been well spent. Its feebleness is not painful. The nervous system has lost its acuteness. But, in mature years we feel that a burn, a scald, a cut, is more tolerable than it was in the sensitive period of youth.
William HazlittThe temple of fame stands upon the grave: the flame that burns upon its altars is kindled from the ashes of great men.
William HazlittTaste is nothing but an enlarged capacity for receiving pleasure from works of imagination.
William Hazlitt