Get this in mind early: We never grow up.
I had, early in life, a love for staging, but it is fast dying out. Nine hours over a rough road are enough to root out the most passionate love of that kind.
Good luck beats early rising.
Society attacks early, when the individual is helpless.
“It gets late early out here.”
A useless life is an early death.
Early in life I had noticed that no event is ever correctly reported in a newspaper.