To Preach A Sermon Or Edit A

These Great Turning-days Of Life Cast No Shadow Before, Slip By Unconsciously. Only A Trifle, A Little Turn Of The Rudder, And The Ship Goes To Heaven Or Hell.

... I Suppose That The Party Or Sect Which Is To Do Any Work In The World Must Breathe Its Own Peculiar Atmosphere, Speak Its Own Little Patois, And See But One Side Of The Question On Which It Fights.

America May Have Great Poets And Novelists, But She Never Will Have More Than One Necromancer.

To Preach A Sermon Or Edit A Newspaper Were The Two Things In Life Which I Always Felt I Could Do With Credit To Myself And Benefit To The World, If I Only Had The Chance.

Sitting By The Chimney Corner As We Grow Old, The Commonest Things Around Us Take On Live Meanings And Hint At The Difference Between These Driving Times And The Calm, Slow Moving Days When We Were Young.