The way to be safe is never to be secure.
From Ode to Memory Thou who stealest fire, From the fountains of the past, To glorify the present, oh, haste,…
The Highwayman PART ONE I The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a…
What one calls the interruptions are precisely one's real life — the life God is sending one day by day.