Doubts Could Be Swept Away Only By

Curse Ruthless Time! Curse Our Mortality. How Cruelly Short Is The Allotted Span For All We Must Cram Into It!

History With Its Flickering Lamp Stumbles Along The Trail Of The Past, Trying To Reconstruct Its Scenes, To Revive Its Echoes, And Kindle With Pale Gleams The Passion Of Former Days. What Is The Worth Of All This? The Only Guide To A Man Is His Conscience; The Only Shield To His Memory Is The Rectitude And Sincerity Of His Actions. It Is Very Imprudent To Walk Through Life Without This Shield, Because We Are So Often Mocked By The Failure Of Our Hopes And The Upsetting Of Our Calculations; But With This Shield, However The Fates May Play, We March Always In The Ranks Of Honor.

I Have In My Life Concentrated More On Self-expression Than Self-denial.

We Are Happier In Many Ways When We Are Old Than When We Were Young. The Young Sow Wild Oats. The Old Grow Sage.

I Have Taken More Out Of Alcohol Than Alcohol Has Taken Out Of Me.