I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.
And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
The Lord watch between me and thee, when we are absent one from another.
And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years.
For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
We know that we have passed from death to life, because we love our brothers. Anyone who does not love remains in death.
But God said to him, ‘Fool! This night your soul is required of you; and the things you have prepared, whose will they be?’
A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance.
Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.
But the wicked are like the tossing sea; for it cannot rest, and its waters toss up mire and dirt. There is no peace, says my God, for the wicked.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat upon him was Death, and Hell followed with him.
But God demonstrated his love for us in this: while we were still sinners Christ died for us.
I thank my God every time I remember you.
Let us eat and drink; for tomorrow we shall die.
A man hath no better thing under the sun, than to eat, and to drink, and to be merry.
Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise:
and he that shutteth his lips is esteemed a man of understanding.
The desire accomplished is sweet to the soul.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.