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Our Lives ... Are But A Little While, So Let Them Run As Sweetly As You Can, And Give No Thought To Grief From Day To Day. For Time Is Not Concerned To Keep Our Hopes, But Hurries On Its Business, And Is Gone.

It Is Better That We Live Ever So Miserably Than Die In Glory.

The Way Of God Is Complex, He Is Hard For Us To Predict. He Moves The Pieces And They Come Somehow Into A Kind Of Order.

Old Age Is Not A Total Misery. Experience Helps.

Forgive, Son; Men Are Men; They Needs Must Err.