Because you continue to inhabit and believe your metaphors, you cannot see what is true.

The soul is healed by being with children. --Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Emotions are the colors of the soul.

Jesus is not the 'founder of Christianity.

The God of Evangelical Christianity is a Monster.

The ability to choose is at the essential core of our grandeur. Even evil exists because God respects our ability to choose.

You are free to love without an agenda

You have to take the time to prepare the soil if you want to embrace the seed.

Submission is not about authority and it is not obedience; it is all about relationships of love and respect.

I think that most creative fiction involves the transformational process, whether it is Dickens or Dostoyevsky and the writer in some sense is expressing their own journey through such a wilderness.

The intricacy and the inherent beautiful fragility of the human soul is such that it is uniquely damaged and only God knows how to heal it, and it's going to take time.

Be an advocate for the people and causes important to you, using the most powerful tool only you have—your personal stories.

Many dishes many diseases, Many medicines few cures.

The craving for information is so huge now, and it can be marketed at such a rapid rate.

Writing, not dancing, is the chosen form of expression of the white man.

I've been trying to catch up to it. Just trying to get with it, feel behind it a little bit, but that's good actually, probably. That way, I'm still sort of understanding it.

It's easy for me to get along with chess players. Even though we are all very different, we have chess in common.

Missy is really a man. She's a cross dresser. She hangs out with Sammartino. They shave each other's back.

Be kind, for everyone is having a hard battle.

Many people who live in the USA feel blessed to live in a free country with many opportunities. For this reason, many try to come to the USA, and few ever wish to leave it.

Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust.