Henry Watterson: “The great man listened and replied: “I have noticed you scattering your means round here pretty freely but you haven’t…”

With a kind of education—most men taught to read, very few to think—the masses are likely to demand yet more and more for themselves.

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.

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.

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