So precious life is! Even to the old The hours are as a miser’s coins! - Thomas Bailey Aldrich

All the best sands of my life are somehow getting into the wrong end of the hour-glass. If I could only reverse it! Were it in my power to do so, would I?

Great orators who are not also great writers become very indistinct shadows to the generations following them. The spell vanishes with the voice.

We visit […] a neighboring graveyard. I am by this time in a condition of mind to become a willing inmate of the place.