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When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; When man is left alone read more
When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; When man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!.
Unto God, the Lord belong the issues of death.
(68:20).
Unto God, the Lord belong the issues of death.
(68:20).
Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just read more
Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.
The effect of having other interests beyond those domestic works well. The more one does and sees and feels, the read more
The effect of having other interests beyond those domestic works well. The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one's appreciation of fundamental things like home, and love, and understanding companionship.
Those who are prepared to die for any cause are seldom defeated.
Those who are prepared to die for any cause are seldom defeated.
...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope read more
...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. [1 Timothy 6:7].
For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. [1 Timothy 6:7].
Where life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valor to dare to live.
Where life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valor to dare to live.
Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.
Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.
