The candid incline to surmise of late that the Christian faith proves false.
Shakespeare was of us, Milton was of us, Burns, Shelley, were with us. They watch from their graves!
Smiling the boy fell dead.
You never know what life means till you die; even throughout life, tis death that makes life live.
Praise is deeper than the lips
At last awake from life, that insane dream we take for waking now.