The mob has nothing to lose, everything to gain.
When you lose interest in anything, you also lose the memory for it.
One doesn't always lose when one has to do without.
Yes, my love, who soever lives, loses, . . . but he also wins. [Ger., Ja, meine Liebe, wer lebt, verliebt . . . aber er gewinnt auch.]
The old lose one of the greatest privileges of man, for they are no longer judged by their contemporaries.