I bargained with Life for a penny, And Life would pay no more, However I begged at evening When I counted my scanty store.

My debt to you, Belovèd, Is one I cannot pay In any coin of any realm On any reckoning day.

I worked for a menial's hire, Only to learn, dismayed, That any wage I had asked of Life, Life would have paid.

You ought to pray and read the Bible concurrently. You cannot pray effectively without reading the Bible and the vice versa.

I don't know why, but there's always the part of you, the part that hides in the shadows protecting the self-destruct button, that doesn't ever want to leave the dark behind.

Religion + Good Works = Good WorksSolve for Religion.

When will you be brave enough to recognize your success story?

We fiction writers are a brazen lot, are we not? For we, in our passion, embrace just enough truth to consecrate our delicately contrived lies.

Real question is not who was this man (Jesus), but who is this man?

Does your mind feel more and more like teflon? Nothing sticks to it?

Go let thy less than woman's hand Assume the distaff not the brand.

Women were naturally pure souls, on so much higher a spiritual plane to begin with than men.

We are rich only through what we give.