Where There Is No Longer

It Is Quite Wrong To Think Of Old Age As A Downward Slope. On The Contrary, One Climbs Higher And Higher With The Ad-vancing Years, And That, Too With Sur-prising Strides. Brain-work Comes As Easily To The Old As Physical Exertion To The Child. One Is Moving, It Is True, Towards The End Of Life, But That End Is Now A Goal, And Not A Reef In Which The Vessel May Be Dashed.

Oblivion Is The Flower That Grows Best On Graves.

Art Speaks Only To The Mind, Whereas Nature Speaks To All The Faculties.

When I Tried To Draw Near, You Dissolved Into Air Before My Lips Could Touch You...

The Mind Has No Sex.