I Am An Old Man And Have

If Thou Canst See Sharp, Look And Judge Wisely, Says The Philosopher.

Time Is A Kind Of River, An Irresistible Flood Sweeping Up Men And Events And Carrying Them Headlong, One After The Other, To The Great Sea Of Being.

Everything Is Mere Opinion.

This Thou Must Always Bear In Mind, What Is The Nature Of The Whole.

A Noble Man Compares And Estimates Himself By An Idea Which Is Higher Than Himself; And A Mean Man, By One Lower Than Himself. The One Produces Aspiration; The Other Ambition, Which Is The Way In Which A Vulgar Man Aspires.