Who Would Ever Give Up

One Has A Greater Sense Of Degradation After An Interview With A Doctor Than From Any Human Experience.

The Gain Isn't Counted To The Recluse And Inactive That, Having Nothing To Measure Themselves By And Never Being Tested By Failure, They Simmer And Soak Perpetually In Conscious Complacency.

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!

Though I Have No Productive Worth, I Have A Certain Value As An Indestructible Quantity.