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The future lies before you, like paths of pure white snow. Be careful how you tread it, for every step read more
The future lies before you, like paths of pure white snow. Be careful how you tread it, for every step will show.
There shall be no more snow
No weary noontide heat,
So we lift our trusting eyes
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There shall be no more snow
No weary noontide heat,
So we lift our trusting eyes
From the hills our Fathers trod:
To the quiet of the skies:
To the Sabbath of our God.
Hold fast to the Bible. To the influence of this Book we are indebted for all the progress made in read more
Hold fast to the Bible. To the influence of this Book we are indebted for all the progress made in true civilization and to this we must look as our guide in the future.
Making all future fruits of all the pasts.
Making all future fruits of all the pasts.
You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that read more
You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
You can never tell what the future has in store for you.
You can never tell what the future has in store for you.
Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall
take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient read more
Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall
take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day
is the evil thereof.
Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is read more
Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is over and gone. The future is not guaranteed.
Dear Land to which Desire forever flees;
Time doth no present to our grasp allow,
Say in read more
Dear Land to which Desire forever flees;
Time doth no present to our grasp allow,
Say in the fixed Eternal shall we seize
At last the fleeting Now?