I'm still at work with my hand to the plough and my face to the future. The shadows of evening ... lengthen about me but morning is in my heart. ... the testimony I bear is this: that the castle of enchantment is not yet behind me, it is before me still and daily I catch glimpses of its battlements and towers. The best of life is always further on. The real lure is hidden from our eyes, somewhere behind the hills of time.