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What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.

An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her.

Age appears to be best in four things old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.

Youth is the best time to be rich, and the best time to be poor.

The age of a woman doesn't mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles.

You are 27 or 28 right? It is very tough to live at that age. When nothing is sure. I have sympathy with you.

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.

There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life's sores the better.

I tend to foster drama via bleakness. If I want the reader to feel sympathy for a character, I cleave the character in half, on his birthday. And then it starts raining. And he's made of sugar.