We all grow on somebody's grave.

To reconceive the Christ! It is the special task of our age.

The delight in natural things - colors, forms, scents - when there was nothing to restrain or hamper it, has often been a kind of intoxication, in which thought and consciousness seemed suspended.

The answer, of course, in the mouth of a Christian teacher is that in Christianity alone is there both present joy and future hope.

Learn the lesson of your own pain--learn to seek God, not in any single event of past history, but in your own soul--in the constant verifications of experience, in the life of Christian love.

Do we all become garrulous and confidential as we approach the gates of old age? Is it that we instinctively feel, and cannot help asserting, our one advantage over the younger generation, which has so many over us? - the one advantage of time!

Our children, two daughters and a son, were born in 1874, 1876, and 1879.