I see you in the grass, Running through the snow, But where you have gone, I cannot go.

Thoughts eat me creepy words crush my head.. I hear them talk, they scream and howl for each other.. Weeping souls longing trapped in a cage full time.

I write for the same reason I eat chocolate - because it is, undeniably a compulsion.

You have no idea, right now, what some young person in your church will mean for the cause of Christ. Lean in, encourage, mentor, think big.

All power is indeed weak compared with that of the thinker. He sits upon the throne of his Empire of Thought, mightier far than they who wield material sceptres.

Always speak and think kindly about yourself, because your soul needs your love and approval.

Today the mockingbird does not sound very happy. It sounds if it is coming apart. As of the very heart of itself-its song-is breaking into pieces and flying off in a hundred directions.

Rational argument can be defeated by refusing to argue rationally.

In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo.

Recovery culture teaches you that you have to repent. I don't think that's necessary.

You cannot make horses 'safe.