The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

Young men soon give, and soon forget, affronts old age is slow in both.

By all but the pathologically romantic, it is now recognized that this is not the age of the small man.

It is not the young people that degenerate they are not spoiled till those of mature age are already sunk into corruption.

To be happy, we must be true to nature and carry our age along with us.