I remember very well, when I was at Oxford, an old gentleman said to me, Young man, ply your book diligently now, and acquire a stock of knowledge; for when years come upon you, you will find that poring upon books will be but an irksome task.
Disappointment is inevitable. But to become discouraged, there's a choice I make. God would never discourage me. He would always point me to himself to trust him. Therefore, my discouragement is from Satan. As you go through the emotions that we have, hostility is not from God, bitterness, unforgiveness, all of these are attacks from Satan.
The bottom line is how do we best provide for the security of the traveling public in light of a determined enemy who is adept at constructing well-designed, well-concealed devices which would not show up in a walk-through metal detector? We're trying to employ the best technology to identify any possible threat.
One of the greatest gifts That life can give to anyoneIs the very special love that families share...As years go by,It's good to know that there will always beCertain people in our lives who care.For there are countless thingsThat only families have in commonAnd memories that no one else can make...And these precious ties that bind a family togetherAre bonds that time and distance cannot break.How fortunate we areWhen we have relatives to love us,It makes the world a happy place to be...Few gifts in lifeWill last as longOr touch the heart as deeplyAs the very special giftOf family.
Led by long years to my last hours, too late, O world, I know your joys for what they are. You promise a peace which is not yours to give and the repose that dies before it is born. The years of fear and shame to which Heaven now set a term, renew nothing in me but the old sweet error in which, living overlong a man kills his soul with no gain to his body. I say and I know having put it to the proof, that he has the better part in Heaven whose death falls nearest his birth.http://vrcoll.fa.pitt.edu/ftoker/tokerfile/0010sb01-10.html