The fear of old age disturbs us, yet we are not certain of becoming old.
They that have lived a single day have lived an age.
Languages are no more than the keys of Sciences. He who despises one, slights the other.
We hope to grow old and we dread old age; that is to say, we love life and we flee from death.
There are few wives so perfect as not to give their husbands at least once a day good reason to repent of ever having married, or at least of envying those who are unmarried.
Languages are the keys of science.
Too great carelessness, equally with excess in dress, multiplies the wrinkles of old age, and makes its decay still more conspicuous.
Wit is the god of moments, but Genius is the god of ages.
When we are young we lay up for old age; when we are old we save for death.
The highest reach of a news-writer is an empty Reasoning on Policy, and vain Conjectures on the public Management.
He who has lived a day has lived an age.
We dread old age, which are not sure of being able to attain. [Fr., L'on craint la vieillesse, que l'on n'est pas sur de pouvoir atteindre.]
The fears of old age disturb us, yet how few attain it?