What I Wouldn't Give To Be Seventy

Old Age Is Like An Opium Dream. Nothing Seems Real Except The Unreal.

It Seems To Me That At This Time We Need Education In The Obvious More Than Investigation Of The Obscure.

Pretty Much All The Honest Truth-telling There Is In The World Is Done By Children.

The Ideas Of The Classics, So Far As Living, Are Our Commonplaces. It Is The Modern Books That Give Us The Latest And Most Profound Conceptions. It Seems To Me Rather A Lazy Makeshift To Mumble Over The Familiar.

Where We Stand Is Not As Important As The Direction In Which We Are Moving.