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Remember the days of old, consider the years of many generations: ask thy father, and he will shew thee; thy elders, and they will tell thee |
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The answer to old age is to keep one's mind busy and to go on with one's life as if it were interminable. I always admired Chekhov for building a new house when he was dying of tuberculosis. |
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The old gray mare just ain't what she used to be |
The old ox plows a straight furrow |
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