Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us. >>
How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in? >>
Life would be dull without them. >>
But learn that to die is a debt we must all pay. >>
What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump o >>
He has outsoared the shadow of our night; envy and calumny and hate an >>
Once can survive everything nowadays, except death.