Let the trumpet of the day of judgment sound when it will, I shall appear with this book in my hand before the Sovereign Judge, and cry with a loud voice, This is my work, there were my thoughts, and thus was I. I have freely told both the good and the bad, have hid nothing wicked, added nothing good.
Sunday, 13 April 2014
DO YOU BELIEVE?
Life is a series of little deaths out of which life always returns.
Try to be good alive, you will be dead soon enough.
The ultimate price is you can never live twice.