For age with stealing steps Hath clawed me with his crutch

As ye of clay were cast by kind, So shall ye waste to dust.

My lusts they do me leave, My fancies all be fled, And tract of time begins to weave Grey hairs upon my head.

The wrinkles in my brow, The furrows in my face, Say, limping age will lodge him now Where youth must give him place.

My hand and pen are not in plight, As they have been of yore.

I loathe that I did love, In youth that I thought sweet

We should learn to smile as we fall, So much so as when we have it all.

You must know what God is expecting from you in the ministry that He has entrusted to you

Occasionally I go shopping for clothes, but I find the whole thing a real chore.

Time partially reconciles us to anything. I gradually became content--doggedly contented, as wild animals in cages.

Experience has shown that the trade of the East is the key to national wealth and influence.

Man is a special being, and if left to himself, in an isolated condition, would be one of the weakest creatures; but associated with his kind, he works wonders.

I can't predict the future and I don't have respect for people who try to.

When even the analysts are bored, it's time to start buying.

We as Democrats have no apologies to make to anyone.

Make your money on the buy, not the sell; this is true in any investment whether it's real estate, business, or the stock market