To The Old, Sorrow Is

Upon My Word, I Think The Truth Is The Hardest Missile One Can Be Pelted With.

Perhaps His Might Be One Of The Natures Where A Wise Estimate Of Consequences Is Fused In The Fires Of That Passionate Belief Which Determines The Consequences It Believes In.

When We Are Young We Think Our Troubles A Mighty Business - That The World Is Spread Out Expressly As A Stage For The Particular Drama Of Our Lives And That We Have A Right To Rant And Foam At The Mouth If We Are Crossed. I Have Done Enough Of That In My Time.

We Cannot Reform Our Forefathers.

But What Is Opportunity To The Man Who Can't Use It?