I Will Work In My Own Way,

If We Really Believed That Those Who Are Gone From Us Were As Truly Alive As Ourselves, We Could Not Invest The Subject With Such Awful Depth Of Gloom As We Do. If We Could Imbue Our Children With Distinct Faith In Immortality, We Should Never Speak Of People As Dead, But Passed Into Another World. We Should Speak Of The Body As A Cast-off Garment, Which The Wearer Had Outgrown; Consecrated Indeed By The Beloved Being That Used It For A Season, But Of No Value Within Itself.

That Man's Best Works Should Be Such Bungling Imitations Of Nature's Infinite Perfection, Matters Not Much; But That He Should Make Himself An Imitation, This Is The Fact Which Nature Moans Over, And Deprecates Beseechingly. Be Spontaneous, Be Truthful, Be Free, And Thus Be Individuals! Is The Song She Sings Through Warbling Birds, And Whispering Pines, And Roaring Waves, And Screeching Winds.

Belief In Oneself Is One Of The Most Important Bricks In Building Any Successful Venture.

There Was A Time When All These Things Would Have Passed Me By, Like The Flitting Figures Of A Theatre, Sufficient For The Amusement Of An Hour. But Now, I Have Lost The Power Of Looking Merely On The Surface.

Neither Lemonade Nor Anything Else Can Prevent The Inroads Of Old Age. At Present, I Am Stoical Under Its Advances, And Hope I Shall Remain So. I Have But One Prayer At Heart; And That Is, To Have My Faculties So Far Preserved That I Can Be Useful, In Some Way Or Other, To The Last.