A man's plumbing is like his mind: simple, very few surprises. You ladies, on the other hand...well, God put a lot of thought in making you.

Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.

Roses are red violets are blue, God made me pretty, what happened to you?

You were placed there by God for a reason, which is to possess the land for the glory of the KING!

If Stalin gives you a love advice, it has to succeed.

Ignorance is the source of hatred, and the way to get rid of ignorance is realization.

to leap is not only to leap, it is to hit the ground somewhere.

Adapting to climate change: It really is time for action...we are on a never-ending road; this is with us for the rest of our natural lives

Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.

It is nothing to succeed if one has not taken great trouble, and it is nothing to fail if one has done the best one could.

If this ever changing world in which we live in makes you give in and cry, say live and let die.

The entire world would perish, if pity were not to limit anger.