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".
You see things and you say "Why?"; but I dream things that never were and I say "Why not?"
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".
You see things and you say "Why?"; but I dream things that never were and I say "Why not?"
