Queer, I mused, to see what we were thinking five years ago.

I am not a has-been. I am a will be.

A new heart for a New Year, always!

I will live in the past, the present, and the future. The spirits of all three shall strive within me.

I remember him as something left behind upon the road of life—as something I have passed, rather than have actually been—and almost think of him as of someone else.

Yes, sir," said I; "him too; late of this parish.

settled for ever. It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual

And let us not remember Italy the less regardfully, because, in every fragment of her fallen Temples, and every stone of her deserted palaces and prisons, she helps to inculcate the lesson that the wheel of Time is rolling for an end, and that the world is, in all great essentials, better, gentler, more forbearing, and more hopeful, as it rolls!

the possessor of such great expectations,—farewell, monotonous acquaintances of my childhood, henceforth I was for London and greatness;

I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing on this stone!

I will live in the Past, Present and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach.

God's love sweeps away everything before it. It sweeps away your past, your pain, your fears, your regrets.