People learn their politics at a young age and tend to stick with it.
The perceptions of middle age have their own luminosity.
Litigation takes the place of sex at middle age.
When I was a kid, I wrote music - from the age of 11 until the age of 18.
I've always wanted to be like the Hollywood Golden Age actors.
Staid middle age loves the hurricane passions of opera.
I was equally in love with singing and acting from an early age.
India is now changing and regaining its lustre, and it is coming of age.
All diseases run into one, old age.
From a relatively early age I got interested in business.
I was fiercely independent and ambitious from a very young age.
People define themselves aesthetically at a very young age.
Old age ain't no place for sissies.
Every age fraught with discord and danger seems to spawn a leader meant only for that age, a political giant whose absence, in retrospect, seems inconceivable when the history of that age is written.
Old age is the supreme evil, for it deprives man of all pleasures while allowing his appetites to remain, and it brings with it every possible sorrow. Yet men fear death and desire old age.
The assumption that we are infallible can we justify the suppression of opinions we think false. Ages are as fallible as individuals, every age having held many opinions which subsequent ages have deemed not only false but absurd.
[observes the Maximoff twins] Baron Wolfgang von Strucker: This isn't the age of spies. This is not even the age of heroes. This is the age of miracles... and there's nothing more horrifying than a miracle.
The world of technology has made it easier for people to get in touch with their modern muses regardless of the genres that they are trying to utilize and even if they create a new genre based on a mixing of others. The potential for modern-day muses...
There is little taste for 'high culture' especially in Evangelicalism, where the tendency has long been toward translation - making things accessible to the largest number of people.
His smiling face revealed a love too strong to be kept inside, but the feelings obviously rising inside him kept him from looking directly at Kikunojou. He gazed instead at Kikunojou's clear reflection on the water.
We tried to make the prosaic attractive without using the tired clichés of false glamour. You might say we tried to convey the attractiveness of reality, as opposed to the glitter of a never-never land. —Cipe Pineles
