Life’s value is not its duration but its donation-not how long we live, but how fully and how well.
J. Oswald Sanders.
The shadow of my finger cast
Divides the future from the past;
Before it stands the unborn hour
In darkness and beyond thy power;
Behind its unreturning line
The vanished hour, no longer thine;
One hour alone is in thy hands,
The now on which the shadow stands.
Found engraved on a sundial.
Make the best of your time
Ephesians 5:16
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