Parties on the back of Parties, at war with the world and with each other.

Old age is not a matter for sorrow. It is matter for thanks if we have left our work done behind us.

O Time! Time! how it brings forth and devours! And the roaring flood of existence rushes on forever similar, forever changing!

And man's little Life has Duties that are great, that are alone great, and go up to Heaven and down to Hell.

We are to remember what an umpire Nature is; what a greatness, composure of depth and tolerance there is in her. You take wheat to cast into the Earth's bosom; your wheat may be mixed with chaff, chopped straw, barn-sweepings, dust and all imaginable rubbish; no matter: you cast it into the kind just Earth; she grows the wheat, - the whole rubbish she silently absorbs, shrouds it in, says nothing of the rubbish.

Over the times thou hast no power. . . . Solely over one man thou hast quite absolute power. Him redeem and make honest.

What an enormous magnifier is tradition! How a thing grows in the human memory and in the human imagination, when love, worship, and all that lies in the human heart, is there to encourage it