The heart never grows better by age; I fear rather worse, always harder. A young liar will be an old one, and a young knave will only be a greater knave as he grows older.


Letters Written by the Earl of Chesterfield to His Son (ed. 1827)


The heart never grows better by age; I fear rather worse, always harder. A young liar will be an old one, and a young knave will only be a greater...

The heart never grows better by age; I fear rather worse, always harder. A young liar will be an old one, and a young knave will only be a greater...

The heart never grows better by age; I fear rather worse, always harder. A young liar will be an old one, and a young knave will only be a greater...

The heart never grows better by age; I fear rather worse, always harder. A young liar will be an old one, and a young knave will only be a greater...