The defects of the mind like those of the face grow worse with age.

Author: Francois de La Rochefoucauld

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Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

However rare true love may be it is less so than true friendship.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

True love is like ghosts which everyone talks about and few have seen.

Someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.

They say I'm old-fashioned, and live in the past, but sometimes I think progress progresses too fast!

You’re never too old, too wacky, too wild, to pick up a book and read to a child.

Age is whatever you think it is. You are as old as you think you are.