I agree with every word you write, and I can prove this in no better way than by taking your advice from beginning to end.

No idea is so antiquated that it was not once modern. No idea is so modern that it will not some day be antiquated...to seize the flying thought before it escapes us is our only touch with reality.

It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.

The afternoon slipped away while we talked -- she talked brightly when any subject came up that interested her -- and it was the last hour of day -- that grave, still hour when the movement of life seems to droop and falter for a few precious minutes -- that brought us the thing I had dreaded silently since my first night in the house.

Though it sounds absurd, it is true to say I felt younger at sixty than I felt at twenty.

I haven't much opinion of words. They're apt to set fire to a dry tongue, that's what I say.