One Approaches The Journey's End. But The

The Smoke Of Glory Is Not Worth The Smoke Of A Pipe.

Time Is Always Wanting To Me, And I Cannot Meet With A Single Day When I Am Nut Hurried Along, Driven To By Wits'-end By Urgent Work, Business To Attent Do Or Some Service To Render.

No One Makes A Revolution By Himself.

The Old Woman I Shall Become Will Be Quite Different From The Woman I Am Now. Another I Is Beginning.

Love Without Reverence And Enthusiasm Is Only Friendship.