While The River Of Life Glides Along

Of These Years Nought Remains In Memory But The Sad Feeling That We Have Advanced And Only Grown Older.

Self Is The Lord Of Self, Who Else Could Be The Lord?.

I Was Shortly Again At The Castle, And The Princess Gave Me Her Hand To Kiss And Then Brought Her Children, The Young Princes And Princesses, And We Played Together, As If We Had Known Each Other For Years.

Soon The Child Learns That There Are Strangers, And Ceases To Be A Child.

Christianity Is A Missionary Religion, Converting, Advancing, Aggressive, Encompassing The World; A Non-missionary Church Is In The Bands Of Death.