Riddle Of Destiny, Who Can

If There Be A Regal Solitude, It Is A Sick-bed. How The Patient Lords It There!

How Some They Have Died, And Some They Have Left Me, And Some Are Taken From Me; All Are Departed; All, All Are Gone, The Old Familiar Faces.

For With G. D., To Be Absent From The Body Is Sometimes (not To Speak Profanely) To Be Present With The Lord.

I Am, In Plainer Words, A Bundle Of Prejudices - Made Up Of Likings And Dislikings.

Credulity Is The Man's Weakness, But The Child's Strength.