Old Age Is Like An Opium Dream.

For Him In Vain The Envious Seasons Roll Who Bears Eternal Summer In His Soul.

Reason May Be The Lever, But Sentiment Gives You The Fulcrum And The Place To Stand On If You Want To Move The World.

The Great End Of Being Is To Harmonize Man With The Order Of Things, And The Church Has Been A Good Pitch-pipe, And May Be So Still.

From Forty To Fifty A Man Must Move Upward, Or The Natural Falling Off In The Vigor Of Life Will Carry Him Rapidly Downward.

We Are All Tattooed In Our Cradles With The Beliefs Of Our Tribe; The Record May Seem Superficial, But It Is Indelible.