No One Can Estimate The Power Of

An Old Mans Memories, Like His Bones, Grow Sharp With Age And Show Their True Shapes.

No One Can Estimate The Power Of Authority Among Poor And Uneducated People In A World Whose Problems Confuse Even The Wisest.

I Had From Childhood Not Only The Experience Of Love And Truth Common To All Family Life, But The Idea Of Them Embodied In The Person Of Jesus, A Picture Always Present To Our Imagination As Well As Our Feelings.

I Had Come At Last And My Heart Was Beating Again Strongly To A Heart That Could Not Know Despair Because It Forgot Itself In The Duty Of Its Love.

I Look Upon Life As A Gift From God. I Did Nothing To Earn It. Now That The Time Is Coming To Give It Back, I Have No Right To Complain.