These Lights, This Brightness, These Clusters Of

So We Beat On, Boats Against The Current, Borne Back Ceaselessly Into The Past.

You’re Just The Romantic Age,” She Continued- “fifty. Twenty-five Is Too Worldly Wise; Thirty Is Apt To Be Pale From Overwork; Forty Is The Age Of Long Stories That Take A Whole Cigar To Tell; Sixty Is- Oh, Sixty Is Too Near Seventy; But Fifty Is The Mellow Age. I Love Fifty.” - Hildegarde

I Carry The Place Around The World In My Heart But Sometimes I Try To Shake It Off In My Dreams

It Is In The Thirties That We Want Friends. In The Forties We Know They Won't Save Us Any More Than Love Did.

Ernest [hemmingway] Was Always Ready To Lend A Helping Hand To The One On The Rung Above Him.