Never say you are too old. You do not say it now, perhaps; but by and by, when the hair grows gray and the eyes grow dim and the young despair comes to curse the old age, you will say, “It is too late for me.” Never too late! Never too old! How old are you–thirty, fifty, eighty? What is that in immortality? We are but children.

Lyman Abbott (Theologian, 1835 – 1922)