And in the end it is not the years in your life that count, it’s the life in your years.
Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.
We do not count a man’s years until he has nothing else to count.
The years teach much which the days never know.
Give me yesterday’s Bread, this Day’s Flesh, and last Year’s Cyder.
Each year one vicious habit rooted out, In time might make the worst Man good throughout.
A child thinks 20 Shillings and 20 years can scarce ever be spent.
