Alt / Old Alter / Age Breit / Broad Breite / Breadth Fließen / Flowing Freiheit / Freedom Hochmütig / Haughty Hohes Alter / Old Age Kostenlos / Free Köstlich / Delicious Ruhe / Calm Tod / Death Universum / Universe
Either God is alive, in which case he'll deal with us as he sees fit. Or he is dead, in which case he was never alive, it being unlikely that he died of old age.
One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.
Friends die, friends become demented, friends quarrel, friends drift with old age into silence.
For us, holding on to religious rules, and following them, and refraining from what's forbidden, and being diligent with our duties, what do we call that? That's what we call freedom.
Whoever, fleeing marriage and the sorrows that women cause, does not wish to wed comes to a deadly old age.
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
I've been very lucky and I have a happy old age with good family and friends still around.
Buddhas move freely through birth and death, appearing and disappearing at will.
I remember when a Coke came in a six-ounce bottle, and delicious it was. Now it comes in sizes so big that I question how the human bladder can deal with the intake.
