Work! Work! That Is My

England May As Well Dam Up The Waters Of The Nile With Bulrushes As To Fetter The Step Of Freedom, More Proud And Firm In This Youthful Land Than Where She Treads The Sequestered Glens Of Scotland, Or Couches Herself Among The Magnificent Mountains Of Switzerland.

It Is My Mission To Help In The Breaking Down Of Classes, And To Make All Men Feel As If They Were Brethren Of The Same Family, Sharing The Same Rights, The Same Capabilities, And The Same Responsibilities. While My Hand Can Hold A Pen, I Will Use It To This End; And While My Brain Can Earn A Dollar, I Will Devote It To This End.

All Who Strive To Live For Something Beyond Mere Selfish Aims Find Their Capacities For Doing Good Very Inadequate To Their Aspirations. They Do So Much Less Than They Want To Do, And So Much Less Than They, At The Outset, Expected To Do, That Their Lives, Viewed Retrospectively, Inevitably Look Like Failure.

The Excess Of All Good Things Is Mischievous.

Neither Lemonade Nor Anything Else Can Prevent The Inroads Of Old Age. At Present, I Am Stoical Under Its Advances, And Hope I Shall Remain So. I Have But One Prayer At Heart; And That Is, To Have My Faculties So Far Preserved That I Can Be Useful, In Some Way Or Other, To The Last.