The years seem to rush by now, and I think of death as a fast approaching end of a journey-double and treble reason for loving as well as working while it is day.
I shall do everything it becomes me to do.
It is one thing to see your road, another to cut it.
There are men whose presence infuses trust and reverence.
There's folks 'ud hold a sieve under the pump and expect to carry away the water.
But human experience is usually paradoxical, that means incongruous with the phrases of current talk or even current philosophy.