My God! my time is in Thine hands. Should it please Thee to lengthen my life, and complete, as Thou hast begun, the work of blanching my locks, grant me grace to wear them as a crown of unsullied honor.
The trouble with this country is that everything is new. We don't have any consideration for the past. . . Just because something is old, you don't just rip it down. You can renovate it instead of ripping it down and building something new.