Telescopes And Binoculars Endanger The Ever-distant Sublime.

The Shades Of Respectability Begin To Close About The Greying Head.

After Sixty, The Self-questioning Of Middle Age Is Obsolete.

Everyone Fears And Courts His Own Demon.

Some Live In A State Of Passionate Indecision.

In New Situations, I Look Carefully At Appearances. In Familiar Ones, I Glance.