Every Author Has The Whole

I Venerate Old Age; And I Love Not The Man Who Can Look Without Emotion Upon The Sunset Of Life, When The Dusk Of Evening Begins To Gather Over The Watery Eye, And The Shadows Of Twilight Grow Broader And Deeper Upon The Understanding.

The Soul Never Grows Old.

Enthusiasm Begets Enthusiasm.

I Know Not How It Is, But During A Voyage I Collect Books As A Ship Does Barnacles.

Trust No Future, However Pleasant! Let The Dead Past Bury Its Dead! Act -- Act In The Living Present! Heart Within And God Overhead.