Each new generation is a fresh invasion of savages. |
Only the middle-aged have all their five senses in the keeping of their wits. |
Southward, two mighty ranges of the Appalachians shouldered their way into the blue distance like tremendous caravans marching across eternity. |
The only time you really live fully is from thirty to sixty. The young are slaves to dreams; the old servants of regrets. Only the middle-aged have all their five senses in the keeping of their wits. |