Old Age Is Like An Opium Dream.

Even For Practical Purposes Theory Generally Turns Out The Most Important Thing In The End.

Through Our Great Good Fortune, In Our Youth Our Hearts Were Touched With Fire. It Was Given To Us To Learn At The Outset That Life Is A Profound And Passionate Thing.

To Rest Upon A Formula Is A Slumber That, Prolonged, Means Death.

There Was Never An Idea Started That Woke Up Men Out Of Their Stupid Indifference But Its Originator Was Spoken Of As A Crank.

There Is One Gratification An Old Author Can Afford A Certain Class Of Critics; That Namely, Of Comparing Him As He Is With What He Was. It Is A Pleasure To Mediocrity To Have Its Superiors Brought Within Range.