He says that we must protect our families no matter what. No matter what we got to do to protect them.

They cried. Yes, yes, they cried. Cried more tears than the Mississippi could hold, but those tears never washed away their faith…

No child should ever be too sad to play.

Papas should be loving their children so much that they cry when they gone. That’s what papas is supposed to do.

Do whatever you must do to protect your children and wife.

Mamas are always crying about how one day they see you as a baby, and the next morning, they see you growed up.

…when you lonely is the best time to pray, to speak to the Lord, and most important, to listen to the Lord…

Be careful how close you get to someone... It just ends up hurting more than not having no one to love to begin with.

Ain’t nothing worse to a mama than losing her baby—

Do good and be a good person because that’s just what the Lord expects. There just ain’t nothing special about being and doing good. It’s what the Lord expects…

Samuel finally understood the sound of the wind after all these years: The winds were a chorus of the prairie’s ever-present heartaches.

When you give the supply of discipline, life becomes easy for you.

Nothing endears so much a friend as sorrow for his death. The pleasure of his company has not so powerful an influence.

It all boils down to the music. That's what causes longevity.

Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.

I truly thank whoever's up there for giving me the opportunity to be loved.

Sexual fulfillment is the banana life dangles in front of us just to keep us running.

Me? I'm just a literary girl gone wrong. Slow with the tongue. Quick with the pen. Undeniably cute. But, on the whole, ill-equipped for the privilege of living.

It is - last stage of all When we are frozen up within, and quite The phantom of ourselves To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost Which blamed the living man

Traitor!" Hera shouted. "You meddlesome, D-list goddess! You aren't worthy to pour my wine, much less rule the world.

The Red Comyns had always done well behind the throne. The king was but an instrument, as his father used to say. They were the musicians.