No Man Ever Distinguished Himself Who Could

When One Illusion Vanishes, Another Shall Appear, And, Still Leading Me Forward Towards An Horizon That Retreats As I Advance, The Happy Prospect Of Futurity Shall Vanish Only With My Existence.

Fortune's Wheel Never Stands Still The Highest Point Is Therefore The Most Perilous.

I Find The Love Of Garden Grows Upon Me As I Grow Older More And More. Shrubs And Flowers And Such Small Gay Things, That Bloom And Please And Fade And Wither And Are Gone And We Care Not For Them, Are Refreshing Interests, In Life, And If We Cannot Say Never Fading Pleasures, We May Say Unreproved Pleasures And Never Grieving Losses.

It Is Not So Easy To Do Good As Those Who Have Never Attempted It May Imagine.

Our Pleasures In Literature Do Not, I Think, Decline With Age; Last 1st Of January Was My Eighty-second Birthday, And I Think That I Had As Much Enjoyment From Books As I Ever Had In My Life.