There Is A Joy In Sorrow Which

For The Infinite Has Sowed His Name In The Heavens In Burning Stars, But On The Earth He Has Sowed His Name In Tender Flowers.

As A Man Grows Older It Is Harder And Harder To Frighten Him.

The Romance Of Life Begins And Ends With Two Blank Pages. Age And Extreme Old Age.

In Science The New Is An Advance; But In Morals, As Contradicting Our Inner Ideals And Historic Idols, It Is Ever A Retrogression.

I Have Made As Much Out Of Myself As Could Be Made Of The Stuff, And No Man Should Require More.