A Scholar Knows No Boredom.

He Thought Of The Mouldering Child, Which Laid Its Withered Thin Arms Around His Soul, As If It Were His Own, And To Whom Death Had Given As Much As A God Gave To Endymion, — Sleep, Eternal Youth, And Immortality.

Laughing Cheerfulness Throws The Light Of Day On All The Paths Of Life.

Nothing Is More Beautiful Than Cheerfulness In An Old Face.

Age Doesn't Matter, Unless Your Cheese.

Because The Heart Beats Under A Covering Of Hair, Of Fur, Feathers, Or Wings, It Is, For That Reason, To Be Of No Account?