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Age is a matter of feeling, not of years. - Washington Irving

Age is a matter of feeling, not of years. – Washington Irving

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The scholar only knows how dear these silent, yet eloquent, companions of pure thoughts and innocent hours become in the season of adversity. When all that is worldly turns to dross around us, these only retain their steady value. – Washington Irving

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After all, it is the divinity within that makes the divinity without and I have been more fascinated by a woman of talent and intelligence, though deficient in personal charms, than I have been by the most regular beauty. – Washington Irving

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Wives are young mens mistresses, companions for middle age, and old mens nurses. – Francis Bacon

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Ive spent as much as 30 grand on a watch but its not about flaunting my wealth. I dont have many extravagances but watches are my biggest one. I must have 30 of them now. Ive been collecting since the age of nine, when I won a black TAG in a karting event. – Jenson Button

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When our vices desert us, we flatter ourselves that we are deserting our vices. – François VI de la Rochefoucault

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It is unthinkable for a Frenchman to arrive at middle age without having syphilis and the Cross of the Legion of Honor. – Andre Gide

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