That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass glory in the flower. We will grieve not rather find strength in what remains behind.
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
I have prayed to God that he give me the strength to survive each day and to...
It is sometimes very hard to tell the difference between history and the smell of skunk.
