Experience Teaches Slowly, And At The Cost

Beautiful Is Old Age—beautiful As The Slow-dropping Mellow Autumn Of A Rich Glorious Summer. In The Old Man, Nature Has Fulfilled Her Work; She Loads Him With Blessings; She Fills Him With The Fruits Of A Well-spent Life; And, Surrounded By His Children And His Children's Children, She Rocks Him Softly Away To A Grave, To Which He Is Followed With Blessings. God Forbid We Should Not Call It Beautiful.

No Person Is Ever Good For Much, That Hasn't Been Swept Off Their Feet By Enthusiasm Between Ages Twenty And Thirty

I Think There Is A Spiritual Scent In Us Which Feels Mischief Coming, As They Say Birds Scent Storms.

That In These Times Every Serious Person Should Not In His Heart Have Felt Some Difliculty With The Doctrines Of The Incarnation, I Cannot Helieve. We Are Not As We Were. When Christianity Was First Published, The Imagination Of Mankind Presented The Relation Of Heaven To Earth Very Differently From What It Does Now.

History Is A Voice Forever Sounding Across The Centuries The Laws Of Right And Wrong. Opinions Alter, Manners Change, Creeds Rise And Fall, But The Moral Law Is Written On The Tablets Of Eternity.