Youth Knows No Remedy For Grief But

Everybody's Tragedy Is Somebody's Nuisance.

Is This The Final Treachery Of Time, That The Old Become A Burden Upon The Young?

It's The Things You Don't Do, Not The Things You Do, You Feel Most Sorry For.

Why Haven't We Seventy Lives? One Is No Use.

But Questioning Does Not Mean The End Of Loving, And Loving Does Not Mean The Abnegation Of Intelligence