A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board

Let me be candid, my party is full of racists

Let's go to Valhalla with the sun on our faces.

All artists are constantly looking for something and they don't always know what.

This is my genre...the happiness, tragedies, and the sorrows of mankind as realized in the teeming black ghetto.

And it is not necessary to have great things to do. I turn my little omelette in the pan for the love of God.

If you're too open-minded; your brains will fall out.

I would describe my work as expressionist. The expressionist point of view is stressing your own feelings about something.

To worship God in truth is to recognize Him for being who He is, and to recognize ourselves for what we are.

If I don't have anything to do all day, I might not even put my pants on.

We ought not to be weary of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed.

Connecting expands possibilities - in work and in life - for ourselves as well as for others.

Our appearance belongs to others, we live in the darkness of the body-part of all darkness but felt.

As the NFF Historian, I'll have a new platform to indulge my passion for the most emotional, colorful and hysterical game ever developed by mankind and Walter Camp.

A little praise is not only merest justice but is beyond the purse of no one.

I am a sick man...I am a spiteful man. I am a most unpleasant man.

What kind of liberation would that be to forsake an absurdity which is logical and coherent and to embrace one which is illogical and incoherent?

Taking care of yourself is a nice thing to do. It's not seen as just a girl thing anymore. You see a lot more guys at the gym taking care of themselves, and I think it's going to continue to grow.

Without conscious and deliberate effort, inertia always wins

Here's the grey rule: embrace things that lead you closer to Jesus, and reject things that lead you away from Jesus.

where civil blood makes civil hands unclean