There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.
Euthanasia" is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.
Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
I want you to believe...to believe in things that you cannot.
And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.