Quotes
Quotes about Age
Believing nothing does whilst there remained anything else to be done. [Lat., Nil actum credens, dum quid superesset agendum.]
Out of breath to no purpose, in doing much doing nothing. A race (of busybodies) hurtful to itself and most hateful to all others. [Lat., Gratis anhelans, multa agendo nihil agens. Sibi molesta, et aliis odiosissima.]
It is, no doubt, an immense advantage to have done nothing, but one should not abuse it.
The news is staged, anticipated, reported, analyzed until all interest is wrung from it and abandoned for some new novelty.
The tall Oak, towering to the skies, The fury of the wind defies, From age to age, in virtue strong. Inured to stand, and suffer wrong.
There grewe an aged tree on the greene; A goodly Oake sometime had it bene, With armes full strong and largely displayed, But of their leaves they were disarayde The bodie bigge, and mightely pight, Thoroughly rooted, and of wond'rous hight; Whilome had bene the king of the field, And mochell mast to the husband did yielde, And with his nuts larded many swine: But now the gray mosse marred his rine; His bared boughes were beaten with stormes, His toppe was bald, and wasted with wormes, His honour decayed, his brauches sere.
We are very much what others think of us. The reception our observations meet with gives us courage to proceed, or damps our efforts.
Courage and perseverance have a magical talisman, before which difficulties disappear and obstacles vanish into air.
The image of Eternity--the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
October's foliage yellows with his cold.
March: Its motto, "Courage and strength in times of danger."
For most men (till by losing rendered sager) Will back their own opinion is by a wager.
Let nothing pass which will advantage you; Hairy in front, Occasion's bald behind. [Lat., Rem tibi quam nosces aptam dimittere noli; Fronte capillata, post est occasio calva.]
The commonest form, one of the most often neglected, and the safest opportunity for the average man to seize, is hard work.
You can measure a man by the opposition it takes to discourage him.
You'd scarce expect one of my age To speak in public on the stage; And if I chance to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, Don't view me with a critic's eye, But pass my imperfections by. Large streams from little fountains flow, Tall oaks from little acorns grow.
Besides, as is usually the case, we are much more affected by the words which we hear, for though what you read in books may be more pointed, yet there is something in the voice, the look, the carriage, and even the gesture of the speaker, that makes a deeper impression upon the mind. [Lat., Praeterea multo magis, ut vulgo dicitur viva vox afficit: nam licet acriora sint, quae legas, ultius tamen in ammo sedent, quae pronuntiatio, vultus, habitus, gestus dicentis adfigit.]
If you did wed my sister for her wealth, Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness: Or if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth; Muffle your false love with some show of blindness: Let not my sister read it in your eye; Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator; Look sweet, spear fair, become disloyalty; Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger; Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted; Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint; Be secret-false: what need she be acquainted?
In my youth I stressed freedom, and in my old age I stress order. I have made the great discovery that liberty is a product of order.
All furnished, all in arms; All plum'd like estridges that with the wind Bated like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden coats like images; As full of spirit as the month of May And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer; Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Man endures pain as an undeserved punishment; woman accepts it as a natural heritage.
"Paint me as I am," said Cromwell, "Rough with age and gashed with wars; Show my visage as you find it, Less than truth my soul abhors."
Painting with all its technicalities, difficulties, and peculiar ends, is nothing but a noble and expressive language, invaluable as the vehicle of thought, but by itself nothing.
It is for you that paradise is opened, the tree of life is planted, the age to come is prepared, plenty is provided, a city is built, rest is appointed, goodness is established and wisdom perfected beforehand.
