My friend, we have become old men, and I fear that we have let opportunity and dream pass us by. Let us, in our regret, teach our young not to chase, but to capture their dreams.

My life is but a flee from the reaper.
Unfortunately I am not very good at long distances.

My girl,
Bring me a man worthy of your hand
And I shall let him do nothing but eat from it.
Bring me a man worthy or your heart and soul
And I shall let him have your hand.