I Wonder Why We Hate The Past

Why Art Thou But A Nest Of Gloom While The Bobolinks Are Singing?

Christ And The Life Of Christ Is At This Moment Inspiring The Literature Of The World As Never Before, And Raising It Up A Witness Against Waste And Want And War. It May Confess Him, As In Tolstoi's Work It Does, Or It May Deny Him, But It Cannot Exclude Him; And In The Degree That It Ignores His Spirit, Modern Literature Is Artistically Inferior. In Other Words, All Good Literature Is Now Christmas Literature.

A Man Never Sees All That His Mother Has Been To Him Until It's Too Late To Let Her Know That He Sees It.

Lord, For The Erring Thoughtnot Into Evil Wrought:lord, For The Wicked Willbetrayed And Baffled Still:for The Heart From Itself Kept,our Thanksgiving Accept.

How Is It The Great Pieces Of Good Luck Fall To Us?