A day is a miniature eternity. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
A day is a miniature eternity. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
A day is a miniature eternity. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
A day is a miniature eternity. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
A day is a miniature eternity. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
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A day is a miniature eternity.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Humans have already experienced eternity. Sin has forced us to settle for time. If you want your eternity back, you have — Garrett McCoy
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Suppose after all that death does end all. Next to eternal joy, next to being forever with those we love and those who h — Robert G. Ingersoll
The doctrine that future happiness depends upon belief is monstrous. It is the infamy of infamies. The notion that faith — Robert G. Ingersoll, On the Gods and Other Essays
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Love the person. Hate the sin. — Jane Bulos
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She could not keep his death in her head, like when she tried to imagine the infiniteness of the universe and nearly swo — Thomm Quackenbush, Find What You Love and Let It Kill You
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