A Man Nearly Sixty Is Just As

Solitude Is Such A Potential Thing. We Hear Voices In Solitude, We Never Hear In The Hurry And Turmoil Of Life; We Receive Counsels And Comforts, We Get Under No Other Condition.

It Is Only In Sorrow Bad Weather Masters Us; In Joy We Face The Storm And Defy It.

... How Poorly Do We Love Even Those Whom We Love Most! We Are Not Only Bruised By The Limitations Of Their Love For Us, But Also By The Limitations Of Our Own Love For Them.

... Good And Evil Are So Interwoven In Life That Every Good, Traced Up Far Enough, Is Found To Involve Evil. This Is The Great Mystery Of Life.

Youth Is Always Sure That Change Must Mean Something Better.