Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away. — Horace Copy Share Image
If I rob a gas station, I'm going to get 15 years. If I steal $400 million on Wall Street, I start plea-bargaining. — Powers Boothe Copy Share Image
