A Man Nearly Sixty Is Just As

The Fate Of Love Is That It Always Seems Too Little Or Too Much.

The Fruit Of Life Is Experience, Not Happiness.

Move Not In Your Anger; It Is Like Putting To Sea In A Tempest.

A Little Misgiving In The Beginning Of Things, Means Much Regret In The End Of Them.

But The Lover's Power Is The Poet's Power. He Can Make Love From All The Common Strings With Which This World Is Strung.