Even Christ pleased not Himself. He was utterly consumed in the zeal of His Father's house. As man He ever moved for God. As God He ever moved for man.

Ran out of things to say, metaphors for you. Why the ocean’s clear instead of blue, why mountains in the distance had reminded me of you.

Love's the sonstood stammering elocutionwhile the poor ship in flames went down

There are certain times you rattle the press's cages, and other times you don't, and you have to be discerning about it.

Footsteps in the snow suggest where you have been, point to where you were going: but when they suddenly vanish, never dismiss the possibility of flight.

Why should I fear death? If I am, death is not. If death is, I am not. Why should I fear that which can only exist when I do not?

He who wishes to paint Christ's story must live with Christ.

It's clear that other problems such as [...] the domination of business over government, science, thought, and society, are much bigger than non-free software.

[Garry] Kasparov and [Anatoly] Karpov have something in common. They both want to become deputies of the Russian State Duma.

'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.

I have the nerve to walk my own way, however hard, in my search for reality, rather than climb upon the rattling wagon of wishful illusions.