I don't want to die. But I want to be dead.
I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered
It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.
I am athirst for God, the living God.
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.
People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.