The middle years of life come on like thunder.
Have we not the brains to think? Hands to work? Hearts to feel? And lives to live?
It is often true that those who sit in the wings can see more than the players.
I am one of those irritating people, who hang on to the door-knob after they say good-bye, and will neither come back nor go, always remembering something else which must be said.
Always in Alberta there is a fresh wind blowing.
War is the antithesis of all our teaching. It breaks all the commandments; it makes rich men poor, and strong men weak. It makes well men sick, and by it living men are changed to dead men.