I have asked myself once or twice lately what was my natural bent. I have no doubt at all: It is to look at each day for the evil of that day and have a go at it, and that is why I have never failed to have an acute interest in each morning's letters.
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Type: Clergyman Born: May 5, 1887 Death: September 15, 1972 |
“No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.”
“Every man judges his own happiness and satisfaction with life in terms of his possession or lack of possession of those things that he considers worthwhile and valuable.”