Youth is like spring, an
over praised season more
remarkable for biting
winds than genial breezes.
 
Autumn is the mellower
season, and what we lose
in flowers we more than
gain in fruits.
 
Samuel Butler (1835 – 1902)
“The Way of All Flesh”
(1903)
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