The success or failure of a life, as far as posterity goes, seems to lie in the more or less luck of seizing the right moment of escape

It is so comic to hear oneself called old, even at ninety I suppose!

I wonder whether if I had an education I should have been more or less a fool that I am.

How fatally the entire want of humor cripples the mind.

One has a greater sense of degradation after an interview with a doctor than from any human experience.

Notwithstanding the poverty of my outside experience, I have always had a significance for myself, and every chance to stumle along my straight and narrow little path, and to worship at the feet of my Deity, and what more can a human soul ask for?

The success or failure of a life, as far as posterity goes, seems to lie in the more or less luck of seizing the right moment of escape