by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist. ITell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty
“You don’t really know about tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for only a short while before it vanishes.” James
We’ve all heard or read, “Mirror, mirror, on the wall…” Take a minute and look in the mirror. What do you see? Take a long,
“It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex
THE MEASURE OF A LIFE How do you measure, the length of one’s days? The passage of time, slipping away. Some say wealth, and how
Whenever you are fed up with life, start writing; ink is the great cure for all human ills, as I have found out years ago.