We Are Born Poets. We Become Orators.

The Memory Of Past Troubles Is Pleasant. [lat., Jucunda Memoria Est Praeteritorum Malorum.]

More Is Lost By Indecision Than Wrong Decision. Indecision Is The Thief Of Opportunity. It Will Steal You Blind.

Advice In Old Age Is Foolish; For What Can Be More Absurd Than To Increase Our Provisions For The Road The Nearer We Approach To Our Journey's End.

Nor Do I Regret That I Have Lived, Since I Have So Lived That I Think I Was Not Born In Vain, And I Quit Life As If It Were An Inn, Not A Home.

For If That Last Day Does Not Occasion An Entire Extinction, But A Change Of Abode Only, What Can Be More Desirable? And If It, On The Other Hand, Destroys And Absolutely Puts An End To Us, What Can Be Preferable To Having A Deep Sleep Fall On Us In The Midst Of The Fatigues Of Life And, Being Thus Overtaken, To Sleep To Eternity?