As The Heart Is, So Is Love

Welcome, My Old Friend, Welcome To A Foreign Fireside.

Fame Comes Only When Deserved, And Then Is As Inevitable As Destiny, For It Is Destiny.

It Is A Beautiful Trait In The Lover's Character, That They Think No Evil Of The Object Loved.

The Young May Die, But The Old Must!

To Be Seventy Years Old Is Like Climbing The Alps. You Reach A Snow-crowned Summit, And See Behind You The Deep Valley Stretching Miles And Miles Away, And Before You Other Summits Higher And Whiter, Which You May Have Strength To Climb, Or May Not. Then You Sit Down And Meditate And Wonder Which It Will Be.