shining quarter, a tiny little boy went into
utmost seriousness, studying each assortment
thoughtfulness, he wandered from case
of waiting, his mother called,
"Hurry, son, spend your
quarter. We must be going."
The child replied, "But Mama, I
have got to spend
it carefully . . . I only have one."
You, too, have only one life. How are your spending
"Whereas ye know not what shall be on the
For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that
for a little time, and then vanisheth away." James
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