Perhaps The Greatest Lesson Which The Lives

Who Dares To Say That He Alone Has Found The Truth?

To Be Seventy Years Old Is Like Climbing The Alps. You Reach A Snow-crowned Summit, And See Behind You The Deep Valley Stretching Miles And Miles Away, And Before You Other Summits Higher And Whiter, Which You May Have Strength To Climb, Or May Not. Then You Sit Down And Meditate And Wonder Which It Will Be.

At First Laying Down, As A Fact Fundamental, That Nothing With God Can Be Accidental.

The Grave Itself Is But A Covered Bridge, Leading From Light To Light, Through A Brief Darkness!

The Secret Studies Of An Author Are The Sunken Piers Upon Which Is To Rest The Bridge Of His Fame, Spanning The Dark Waters Of Oblivion. They Are Out Of Sight, But Without Them No Superstructure Can Stand Secure.