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Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life.
Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life.
Farewell, my children; remain always in the fear of the Lord. That temptation and tribulation which is to come is read more
Farewell, my children; remain always in the fear of the Lord. That temptation and tribulation which is to come is now at hand and happy shall they who persevere in the good they have begun. I hasten to go to our Lord, to whose grace I recommend you.
A cookie store is a bad idea. Besides, the market research reports say America likes crispy cookies, not soft and read more
A cookie store is a bad idea. Besides, the market research reports say America likes crispy cookies, not soft and chewy cookies like you make. -- Response to Debbi Fields' idea of starting Mrs. Fields' Cookies.
Beautiful.
(in reply to her husband who had asked how she felt moments before her death.).
Beautiful.
(in reply to her husband who had asked how she felt moments before her death.).
I shall look forward to a pleasant time.
I shall look forward to a pleasant time.
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
I have offended God and mankind because my work didn't reach the quality it should have.
I have offended God and mankind because my work didn't reach the quality it should have.
The future is just old age and illness and pain.... I must have peace and this is the only way.
The future is just old age and illness and pain.... I must have peace and this is the only way.
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round read more
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.
