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To my friends: My work is done. Why wait?.
To my friends: My work is done. Why wait?.
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.
I do not know what I seem to the world, but to myself I appear to have been like a read more
I do not know what I seem to the world, but to myself I appear to have been like a boy playing upon the seashore and diverting myself and then finding a smoother pebble or prettier shell than ordinary, while the great ocean of truth lay before me all undiscovered.
A-four and a-three and a-two and a-one...
A-four and a-three and a-two and a-one...
Be strong and of good courage; fear not or be dismayed; for the Lord, even my God, will be with read more
Be strong and of good courage; fear not or be dismayed; for the Lord, even my God, will be with thee. He will not fail thee, till thou hast finished all the work for the service of the house of the Lord.
I must end it. There's no hope left. I'll be at peace. No one had anything to do with this. read more
I must end it. There's no hope left. I'll be at peace. No one had anything to do with this. My decision totally.
Everything that can be invented has been invented. -- Charles H. Duell, Commissioner, U.S. Office of Patents, 1899.
Everything that can be invented has been invented. -- Charles H. Duell, Commissioner, U.S. Office of Patents, 1899.
Airplanes are interesting toys but of no military value. -- Marechal Ferdinand Foch, Professor of Strategy, Ecole Superieure de Guerre.
Airplanes are interesting toys but of no military value. -- Marechal Ferdinand Foch, Professor of Strategy, Ecole Superieure de Guerre.
All fled--all done, so lift me on the pyre;
The feast is over, and the lamps expire.
All fled--all done, so lift me on the pyre;
The feast is over, and the lamps expire.
