Half The Good Intentions Of My Life

Our Pleasures In Literature Do Not, I Think, Decline With Age; Last 1st Of January Was My Eighty-second Birthday, And I Think That I Had As Much Enjoyment From Books As I Ever Had In My Life.

You've Always Been Living On Prospects; For My Part, I'd Rather Have A Mole-hill In Possession Than A Mountain In Prospect.

I've A Great Fancy To See My Own Funeral Afore I Die.

I Find The Love Of Garden Grows Upon Me As I Grow Older More And More. Shrubs And Flowers And Such Small Gay Things, That Bloom And Please And Fade And Wither And Are Gone And We Care Not For Them, Are Refreshing Interests, In Life, And If We Cannot Say Never Fading Pleasures, We May Say Unreproved Pleasures And Never Grieving Losses.

Come When You're Called; And Do As You're Bid; Shut The Door After You; And You'll Never Be Chid.