A Belief Is Not Merely An Idea

Death Comes For Us All. Even For Kings He Comes.

I Wish We Could All Have Good Luck, All The Time! I Wish We Had Wings! I Wish Rain Water Was Beer!

I Am Used To Hear Bad Men Misuse The Name Of God, Yet God Exists.

Even At Our Birth, Death Does But Stand Aside A Little. And Every Day He Looks Toward Us And Muses Somewhat To Himself Whether That Day Or The Next He Will Draw Nigh.

Some Men Think The Earth Is Round, Others Think It Flat; It Is A Matter Capable Of Question. But, If It Is Flat, Will The King's Command Make It Round? And, If It Is Round, Will The King's Command Flatten It?