I cannot mount my horse, but I can walk three miles over a rugged, rocky mountain, and have done it within a month; yet I feel, when sitting in my chair, as if I could not rise out of it; and when risen, as if I could not walk across the room.

My sight is very dim, hearing pretty good, memory poor enough.
"I answer your question,--Is death an evil?
It is not an evil.

It is a blessing to the individual and to the world; yet we ought not to wish for it, till life becomes insupportable.

We must wait the pleasure and convenience of the 'Great Teacher.' Winter is as terrible to me as to you.
I am almost reduced in it to the life of a bear or a torpid swallow.

I cannot read, but my delight is to hear others read; and I tax all my friends most unmercifully and tyrannically against their consent.
"The ass has kicked in vain; all men say the dull animal has missed the mark.
"This globe is a theatre of war; its inhabitants are all heroes.