It is strange that the one thing that every person looks forward to, namely old age, is the one thing for which no preparation is made. 630
I live not in myself, but I become portion of that around me; and to me high mountains are a feeling, but the hum of human cities torture. 1.89K
On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined. No sleep til morn, when youth and pleasure meet to chase the glowing hours with flying feet. 707
Years steal fire from the mind as vigour from the limb; and life’s enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim. 613
All the privilege I claim for my own sex… is that of loving longest, when existence or hope is gone. 655
