Kindness and intelligence are the preoccupations of age. Being cruel and thoughtless is far more fascinating when you're twenty.
This was mine. How extraordinary. And it looks the same as it did the last time I saw it. The reflection has changed a bit.
A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; black beard will turn white; a curled pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps his course truly.