If you would but understand that time is your most precious gift—a grace of heavenly fullness—and that all the treasures of the East can never make up for a day wasted—for an hour lost!
And if a single hour may be so rich in blessing, what then must time itself be worth, lying before you as a shoreless ocean?
But the entire blessedness of the gift will come to the believing heart only in the kingdom to come, where Love rules, which made the time.
Letters fromHell
Letters fromHell
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