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The Fear of Death often proves Mortal, and sets People on Methods to save their Lives, which infallibly destroy them.
The Fear of Death often proves Mortal, and sets People on Methods to save their Lives, which infallibly destroy them.
When I pastored a country church, a farmer didn't like the sermons I preached on hell. He said, "Preach about read more
When I pastored a country church, a farmer didn't like the sermons I preached on hell. He said, "Preach about the meek and lowly Jesus." I said, "That's where I got my information about hell.".
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
of read more
A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
of morning mist
separates turquoise waters
from blue sky
A more slender
veil is
at the portal
hiding the paradise
of the immortal.
It's not that life is so short, it's just that you're dead for so long.
It's not that life is so short, it's just that you're dead for so long.
It is extraordinary how the house and the simplest possessions of someone who has been left become so quickly sordid. read more
It is extraordinary how the house and the simplest possessions of someone who has been left become so quickly sordid. Even the stain on the coffee cup seems not coffee but the physical manifestation of one's inner stain, the fatal blot that from the beginning had marked one for ultimate aloneness.
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be read more
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found!.
Some say the world will end in fire, some say ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with read more
Some say the world will end in fire, some say ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
For what is it to die, But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?
For what is it to die, But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?
