When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits, I dreamed of changing the world: as I grew older and wiser I discovered the world would not change, so I shortened my sights somewhat and decided to change my country, but it too seemed immovable. As I grew into my twilight years in one last desperate attempt I settled for changing only my family, those closest to me.
But alas they would have none of it!
And now I realize as I lie on my deathbed, if I had only changed myself ﬁrst, then by example I might have changed my family. From then, I might have changed my friends. From their aspirations and encouragement I would have then been able to better my country, and who knows, I might have even changed the world.Inscribed on the tomb of an Anglican Bishop at Westminster Abbey