It seems as if an age of genius must be succeeded by an age of endeavour riot and extravagance by cleanliness and hard work.

Not to expose your true feelings to an adult seems to be instinctive from the age of seven or eight onwards.

I suppose when they reach a certain age some men are afraid to grow up. It seems the older the men get the younger their new wives get.

Confusion of goals and perfection of means seems in my opinion to characterize our age.

Aging seems to be the only available way to live a long life.