I've got some good saints out there - that's right - that pray for me constantly. You've gotta have that! You do.

God gave me a voice to sing with, and when you have that, what other gimmick is there?

I like being a woman, even in a man's world. After all, men can't wear dresses, but we can wear the pants.

I believe that children are our future. Teach them well and let them lead the way. Show them all the beauty they possess inside.

I believe the children are our future

I'm older, I'm matured... I'm looking forward to the years to come. Good years.

If I fail, if I succeed, at least I live as I believe.

Learning to love yourself, is the greatest love all

My mother taught me that when you stand in the truth and someone tells a lie about you, don't fight it.

There can be miracles when you believe.

I wish to you, joy and happiness. But above all this, I wish you love

If we know the past, and live the present, it is possible that we dream the future?

If we don't make earnest moves toward real solutions, then each day we move one day closer to revolution and anarchy in this country. This is the sad, and yet potentially joyous, state of America.

I started blogging in 2004, light years ago on the Web. And I began because I have this handicap - I can't figure out my life or see God clearly unless I untangle my life again with words.

I make music. It's kind of what I've always done.

A quiet heart is content with what God gives. It is enough. All is grace.

Many sections are taken up with political discussions and how the way of the ruler, the merchant, the householder, and the army interact with the Tao.

When I say that I love you, I don't say it out of habit or to make conversation. I say it to remind you that you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

We cannot do everything in Africa, but doing nothing is not an option.

My thing is that I don't give no person that much power over my path that I'm walking. Not one person can make or break what I'm doing, except me or God.

In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.