Staid middle age loves the hurricane passions of opera.

The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate they are green and vigorous in old age.

Better pass boldly into that other world in the full glory of some passion than fade and wither dismally with age.

Probably the happiest period in life most frequently is in middle age when the eager passions of youth are cooled and the infirmities of age not yet begun as we see that the shadows which are at morning and evening so large almost entirely disappear at midday.