What Makes Old Age So Sad Is,

I Have Made As Much Out Of Myself As Could Be Made Of The Stuff, And No Man Should Require More.

Every Friend Is To The Other A Sun, And A Sunflower Also. He Attracts And Follows.

Gray Hairs Seem To My Fancy Like The Soft Light Of The Moon, Silvering Over The Evening Of Life.

The Gymnasium Of Running, Walking On Stilts, Climbing, Etc. Stells And Makes Hardy Single Powers And Muscles, But Dancing, Like A Corporeal Poesy, Embellishes, Exercises, And Equalizes All The Muscles At Once.

There Are Souls In This World Which Have The Gift Of Finding Joy Everywhere And Of Leaving It Behind Them When They Go.