Henry Watterson: “Indignantly I replied: “Go to the devil—you have not money enough—there is not money enough in the universe—to buy an…”

Too many churches—or, shall I say, church fabrics—breeding controversy where there should be agreement, each sect and subdivision fighting phantoms of its fancy.

But my face in the glass I’ll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow— That this worn-out old stuff which is thread-bare to-day Shall become everlasting to-morrow.

In short he was an opportunist void of conviction and indifferent to consistency.

It is love—love through grace of God—truth where we can find it—which shall irradiate the life that is.