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Pray That Your Loneliness May Spur You Into Finding Something To Live For, Great Enough To Die For.

God Does Not Die On The Day When We Cease To Believe In A Personal Deity, But We Die On The Day When Our Lives Cease To Be Illumined By The Steady Radiance, Renewed Daily, Of A Wonder, The Source Of Which Is Beyond All Reason.

Life Yields Only To The Conqueror.

In The Last Analysis, It Is Our Conception Of Death Which Decides Our Answers To All The Questions That Life Puts To Us.

The Light Died In The Low Clouds. Falling Snow Drank In The Dusk. Shrouded In Silence, The Branches Wrapped Me In Their Peace. When The Boundaries Were Erased, Once Again The Wonder: That *i* Exist.