My father, though, could run very much faster. It was impossible to compete with him on the grass. But it was astonishing… — Georg Brandes Copy Share Image
“For the young the days go fast and the years go slow; for the old the days go slow and the years… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
How slow This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, Like to a stepdame, or a dowager, Long withering out a young… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
