I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wines.

In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.

The very pink of perfection.

Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.

Perhaps history this century, thought Eigenvalue, is rippled with gathers in its fabric such that if we are situated, as Stencil seemed to be, at the bottom of…

Watching old movies is like spending an evening with those people next door. They bore us, and we wouldn't go out of our way to see them; we drop in on them be…

As you turned to go I heard you call my name, You were like a bird in a cage spreading its wings to fly 'The old ways are lost,' you sang as you flew And I won…