When the possibilities themselves had accordingly turned stale, when the secret of the gods had grown faint, had perhaps even quite evaporated, that, and that only, was failure. It wouldn’t have been failure to be bankrupt, dishonoured, pilloried, hanged; it was failure not to be anything.

I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death

Topaz is beautiful - largely because of the strangeness of her face.

God can kill Satan this very moment if He wants to. But He won't. He has a Big Heart

Written By Frank Agyenim-Boateng

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