As I Grew Up I Was Fervently

In My Deepest Troubles, I Frequently Would Wrench Myself From The Persons Around Me And Retire To Some Secluded Part Of Our Noble Forests.

The Fact Is I Am Growing Old Too Fast, Alas! I Feel It, And Yet Work I Will, And May God Grant Me Life To See The Last Plate Of My Mammoth Work Finished.

I Discover That My Friends Think Only Of My Apparel, And Those Upon Whom I Have Conferred Acts Of Kindness Prefer To Remind Me Of My Errors.

Because My Father Was Often Absent On Naval Duty, My Mother Suffered Me To Do Much As I Pleased

There Is But One Kind Of Love; God Is Love, And All His Creatures Derive Theirs From His; Only It Is Modified By The Different Degrees Of Intelligence In Different Beings And Creatures.