I hope to have some more cracks at some wonderful roles before I go to the Great Beyond.
I hardly ever so longed to live to God and to be altigether devoted to Him. i want to wear out my life in His service, and for His Glory!!
God plans all perfect combinations.
Oh, how much mercy have I received the year past! How often has God caused His goodness to pass before me! And how poorly have I answered the vows I made this time twelve month to be wholly the Lord's, to be forever devoted to His service! The Lord help me to live more to His glory for the time to come. This has been a sweet, a happy day to me; blessed be God. . . I hardly ever so longed to live to God and to be altogether devoted to Him. I wanted to wear out my life in His service, and for His glory
I hoped that my weary pilgrimage in the world would be short; and that it would not be long before I should be brought to my heavenly home and Father's house.
I am an old sinner; and if God had designed mercy for me, he would have called me home to himself before now.
God enabled me to so agonize in prayer that I was quite wet with perspiration, though in the shade and the cool wind. My soul was drawn out very much from the world, for multitudes of souls.
Ninety percent I'll spend on good times, women and Irish Whiskey. The other ten percent I'll probably waste.
The Prince found Buttercup waiting unhappily outside his chamber doors. It's my letter,' she began. 'I cannot make it right. ' Come in, come in,' the Prince said gently. 'Maybe we can help you. ' She sat down in the same chair as before. 'All right, I'll close my eyes and listen; read to me. ' Westley, my passion, my sweet, my only my own. Come back, come back. I shall kill myself otherwise. Yours in torment, Buttercup. ' She looked at Humperdinck. 'Well? Do you think I'm throwing myself at him?
The life of a designer is a life of fight: fight against the ugliness.
You must prepare yourselves, young people, because Uncle Dave's generation is getting old. We are almost ready to go to the retirement home to spend the rest of our days tapping our bedpans rhythmically in time to "easy listening" rock 'n' roll. We must pass the torch on to you, and you must grasp it, ideally by the end that is not on fire.