After the age of 80, everything reminds you of something else.

A poet must need be before his own age, to be even with posterity

My only fear is that I may live too long. This would be a subject of dread to me.

Separately there was only wind, water, sail, and hull, but at my hand the four had been given purpose and direction.

Do a little more each day than you think you possibly can.

The ability to speak is a short cut to distinction. It puts a man in the limelight, raises him head and shoulders above the crowd.