Old age is like walking through a Grimm forest in a dark night; branches whip the face; unseen carnivores roar; pits give way underfoot; trees fall with a crack; and somewhere ahead on the path, waiting in the gloom, is the slough of despond
If there was a religion which guaranteed an afterlife of reunion with all your old pets I would sign up in a wag of a dog’s tail
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Unheard footsteps echoing in halls; unglimpsed eyes peeping round doors; unseen tails wagging with joy; unspoken barks welcoming home.
It seems to me that living in a city must damage the human spirit from the outside, as much as cancer damages the human body from the inside
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He who is tired of learning has been doing it for seventy three years and needs to rest
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