Henry Watterson: “Wherever they were their house was a very home—a kind of Yankee shrine—of visiting Americans and militant Americanism.”

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.

Religion’s the only game whar you can’t lose.

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

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.