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What An Exciting Age It Is We Live In With All This Talk About The Hope Of Youth And Nothing Made Of Youth.

States Strong Enough To Do Good Are But Few. Their Number Would Seem Limited To Three.

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The Middle Of The Road Is Where The White Line Is - And That's The Worst Place To Drive.

I Own I Never Really Warmed To The Reformer Or Reformed. And Yet Conversion Has Its Place Not Halfway Down The Scale Of Grace.