There was an ape in the days that were earlier, Centuries passed and his hair became curlier; Centuries more gave a thumb to his wrist-- Then he was a Man and a Positivist.

Death a friend that alone can bring the peace his treasures cannot purchase, and remove the pain his physicians cannot cure.

O, to bring back the great Homeric time, The simple manners and the deed sublime: When the wise Wanderer, often foiled by Fate, Through the long furrow drave the ploughshare straight.

A man's as old as he's feeling. A woman as old as she looks.

A man's as old as he's feeling. A woman as old as she looks.

The mind is an absolute playground, once you get off the swing and let someone else have a turn.