There is nothing like being left alone again, to walk peacefully with oneself in the woods. To boil one's coffee and fill one's pipe, and to think idly and slowly as one does it.

For I mean to roam and think and make great irons red-hot.

Heaven knows that there are plenty of opportunities in later life, too, for being carried away. What of it? We remain what we are and, no doubt, it is all very good for us!

In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived.

In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived.

No, what I should really like to do right now, in the full blaze of lights, before this illustrious assembly, is to shower every one of you with gifts, with flowers, with offerings of poetry - to be young once more, to ride on the crest of the wave.