When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, I used everything you gave me.
If the path be beautiful
Take things as they are. Punch when you have to punch. Kick when you have to kick
Cherish your visions and your dreams as they are the children of your soul, the blueprints of your ultimate achievements
You scroll about five miles a year.
Man prefers to believe what he prefers to be true.
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, I used everything you gave me.
If the path be beautiful
Take things as they are. Punch when you have to punch. Kick when you have to kick
Cherish your visions and your dreams as they are the children of your soul, the blueprints of your ultimate achievements
You scroll about five miles a year.
Man prefers to believe what he prefers to be true.