By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
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I now dreaded the gun and handcuffs and pistols no more. Nor the blowing of horns and the running of hounds, nor the threats of death from the rebel’s authority. 15 more words
Before morning I had begun to feel like I had truly escaped from the hand of the slave master … I never would be a slave no more. 12 more words
Who cares? In the end we all die, so enjoy the game as you go through life.
– Tai Lopez. 67 Steps: Bonus, Respect the Seasons of Life (time 16:24)
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“Don’t dig up in doubt what you planted in faith.” ~ Elisabeth Elliot
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