Dear Gris, if there's one thing I can't abide it's a bad poet.

I walk into so many places where Christians are gathered and I get all excited, only to find that the fellowship among these Believers is dead! There is no openness, no authenticity.

My eyebrows could do with a trim.

Everyone wants to be well-loved and appreciated but, at the same time, there are some people that just don't want to be your friend, and there's nothing you can do or say to change that.

Prepare your food attractively and serve it nicely.

I don't care if people I admire criticize me because their opinion is valuable to me.

I just want my family to be safe. Because I am sometimes polarizing, I fear for their safety.

People turn their eyes and ears to him (the sage), and the sage cares for them like his own children.

Ordinary won't change the world.

It is a base thing for the countenance to be obedient and to regulate and compose itself as the mind commands, and for the mind not to be regulated and composed by itself.

All the past we leave behind; We debouch upon a newer, mightier world, varied world, Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march, Pioneers! O Pioneers!