There Is No Time Like The Old

From Forty To Fifty A Man Must Move Upward, Or The Natural Falling Off In The Vigor Of Life Will Carry Him Rapidly Downward.

No Generalization Is Wholly True—not Even This One.

Pretty Much All The Honest Truth-telling There Is In The World Is Done By Children.

When A Man Holds His Tongue It Does Not Signify Much. But When A Woman Dispenses With The Office Of The Mighty Member, When She Sheathed Her Natural Weapon At A Trying Moment, It Means That She Trusts To Still More Formidable Enginery; To Tears It May Be, A Solvent More Powerful Than That With Which Hannibal Softened The Alpine Rocks.

Between Two Groups Of People Who Want To Make Inconsistent Kinds Of Worlds, I See No Remedy But Force.