So You See, Old Age Is Really

The Spirit Is The True Self, Not That Physical Figure Which Can Be Pointed Out By Your Finger.

Promises Are Not To Be Kept, If The Keeping Of Them Is To Prove Harmful To Those To Whom You Have Made Them.

Other Relaxations Are Peculiar To Certain Times, Places And Stages Of Life, But The Study Of Letters Is The Nourishment Of Our Youth, And The Joy Of Our Old Age. They Throw An Additional Splendor On Prosperity, And Are The Resource And Consolation Of Adversity; They Delight At Home, And Are No Embarrassment Abroad; In Short, They Are Company To Us At Night, Our Fellow Travelers On A Journey, And Attendants In Our Rural Recesses.

It Is Not A Virtue, But A Deceptive Copy And Imitation Of Virtue, When We Are Led To The Performance Of Duty By Pleasure As Its Recompense.

They Who Dare To Ask Anything Of A Friend, By Their Very Request Seem To Imply That They Would Do Anything For The Sake Of That Friend.