"The old folk, time's doting chronicles...." - Quote by William Shakespeare

“Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.”

“He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.”

“O shame, where is thy blush?”

“What old people say you cannot do, you try and find that you can. Old deeds for old people, and new deeds for new.”

“Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.”

“How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!”

“What are we after all our dreams, after all our memories?”

“Only in dreams of springShall I ever see againThe flowering of my cherry trees.”

“He began to search among the infinite series of impressions which time had laid down, leaf upon leaf, fold upon fold softly, incessantly upon his brain; among scents, sounds; voices, harsh, hollow, sweet; and lights passing, and brooms tapping; and the wash and hush of the sea.”