What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.
'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.
It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.
Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.
Love makes those young whom age doth chill, and whom he finds young keeps young still.
The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.
I love everything that's old, - old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.
Days of wine and roses laugh and run away, like a child at play.
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.