Modesty And Reverence Are No Less Virtues

The Wind Blows Out, The Bubble Dies; The Spring Entomb'd In Autumn Lies; The Dew Dries Up; The Star Is Shot; The Flight Is Past, And Man Forgot.

What I Wouldn't Give To Be Seventy Again!

We Must Think Things Not Words, Or At Least We Must Constantly Translate Our Words Into The Facts For Which They Stand, If We Are To Keep To The Real And The True.

It Is Mere Childishness To Expect Men To Believe As Their Fathers Did; That Is, If They Have Any Minds Of Their Own. The World Is A Whole Generation Older And Wiser Than When The Father Was Of His Son's Age.

To Be Forgotten Is To Sleep In Peace With The Undisturbed Myriads, No Longer Subject To The Chills And Heats, The Blasts, The Sleet, The Dust, Which Assail In Endless Succession That Shadow Of A Man Which We Call His Reputation.