TuesdayDec 06, 2016
Now God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noon to illustrate all shadows, as the sheaves in harvest, to fill all penuries, all occasions invite his mercies, and all times are his seasons.
Can there be greater foolishness than the respect you pay to people collectively when you despise them individually?
Marcus Tullius Cicero
It is sweet and glorious to die for one's country. Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
Quintus Horatius Flaccus Horace