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The pursuit, even of the best things, ought to be calm and tranquil.
Hatred is inveterate anger.
Hatred is settled anger.
Old age: the crown of life, our play’s last act.
Rashness belongs to youth prudence to old age.
The harvest of old age is the recollection and abundance of blessing previously secured.
As I approve of a youth that has something of the old man in him, so I am no less pleased with an old man that has something of the youth. He that follows this rule may be old in body, but can never be so in mind.
Advice in old age is foolish for what can be more absurd than to increase our provisions for the road the nearer we approach to our journey’s end.