Don't underestimate yourself. Don't refuse to listen. Don't bottle things up. Don't expect life to be fair. Don't stick your head in the sand. Don't beat your head against a brick wall. Don't think the grass is greener on the other side.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
No young man believes he shall ever die. It was a saying of my brothers, and a fine one. There is a feeling of Eternity in youth, which makes us amend for everything. To be young is to be as one of the Immortal Gods.
Looking Back It was the end of November,more than a month after ourreturn from Baskerville Hall.Holmes and I were sitting on either side of a bright fire in our sitting room in Baker Street.
Don't underestimate yourself. Don't refuse to listen. Don't bottle things up. Don't expect life to be fair. Don't stick your head in the sand. Don't beat your head against a brick wall. Don't think the grass is greener on the other side.
