So we die before our own eyes; so we see some chapters of our lives come to their natural end.

The road was new to me, as roads always are, going back.

It does seem so pleasant to talk with an old acquaintance who knows what you know. I see so many new folks nowadays who seem to have neither past nor future. C…

'Tain't worthwhile to wear a day all out before it comes.

The appeal to heaven breaks off. The petals begin to fall, in self-forgiveness. It is a flower. On this mountainside it is dying.

Nothing lasts.

Weep not that the world changes-did it keep A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.