And when, in the evening of life, the golden clouds rest sweetly and invitingly upon the golden mountains, and the light of heaven streams down through the gathering mists of death, I wish you a peaceful and abundant entrance into that world of blessedness, where the great riddle of life will be unfolded to you in the quick consciousness of a soul redeemed and purified.
J. G. HollandGod be thanked that there are some in the world to whose hearts the barnacles will not cling.
J. G. HollandNo genuine observer can decide otherwise than that the homes of a nation are the bulwarks of personal and national safety and thrift.
J. G. Holland