There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now; And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
Old age: The estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours into the Great Sea.
So here I sit in the early candle-light of old age-I and my book-casting backward glances over out travel'd road.
Oh, to be alive in such an age, when miracles are everywhere, and every inch of common air throbs a tremendous prophecy, of greater marvels yet to be.
