There was no respect for youth when I was young, and now that I am old, there is no respect for age, I missed it coming and going.
Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.
The greatest writers of this age... are aware of the mystery of our existence.
Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned.
One of the delights known to age, and beyond the grasp of youth, is that of Not Going.
