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Old Age Is The Verdict Of Life.

This World Is Run With Far Too Tight A Rein For Luck To Interfere. Fortune Sells Her Wares; She Never Gives Them. In Some Form Or Other, We Pay For Her Favors; Or We Go Empty Away.

But What Do We Know Of The Heart Nearest To Our Own? What Do We Know Of Our Own Heart?

... Trouble Of All Kinds Is Voluble, And Has Plenty Of Words, But Happiness Was Never Written Down.

If A Thing Is To Be Done, There Is No Time Like The Hour That Has Not Struck.