We Don't Get To Know Anything But

What One Has Wished For In Youth, In Old Age One Has In Abundance.

No Skill Or Art Is Needed To Grow Old; The Trick Is To Endure It.

He Who Only Tastes His Error Will Long Dwell With It, Will Take Delight In It As In A Singular Felicity; While He Who Drains It To The Dregs Will, If He Be Not Crazy, Find It To Be What It Is.

Give Shape, Artist! Don't Talk! Your Poem Be But A Breath.

Alas! How Much There Is In Education, And In Our Social Institutions, To Prepare Us And Our Children For Insanity.