For, After All, Put It As We

It Has Happened To Me To Meet Many Of The Men Of My Day Whom The World Agreed To Call Great.

... I Suppose That The Party Or Sect Which Is To Do Any Work In The World Must Breathe Its Own Peculiar Atmosphere, Speak Its Own Little Patois, And See But One Side Of The Question On Which It Fights.

These Great Turning-days Of Life Cast No Shadow Before, Slip By Unconsciously. Only A Trifle, A Little Turn Of The Rudder, And The Ship Goes To Heaven Or Hell.

For, After All, Put It As We May To Ourselves, We Are All Of Us From Birth To Death Guests At A Table Which We Did Not Spread.

No Man Surely Has So Short A Memory As The American.