No longer can we measure compassion by how much we spend on poverty but how many people we help to lift out of poverty.

Every third person in the world is a drama queen. And crying 'victim,' especially when you're not really a victim in any real way, feels good. It feels good to cry victim if you're not one.

People have been warning us that language was going to the dogs ever since Latin started turning into French. Yet the dogs in question never seem to emerge yelping on the horizon.

Texting is very loose in its structure. No one thinks about capital letters or punctuation when one texts, but then again, do you think about those things when you talk?

If you took away the color of Barack Obama's skin, nobody right now would be paying him any attention.

English, however, is kinky. It has a predilection for dressing up like Welsh on lonely nights.

Ebonics - or black English, as I prefer to call it - is one of a great many dialects of English. And so English comes in a great many varieties, and black English is one of them.

A person you excuse from any genuine challenge is a person you do not truly respect.

People think of black English as ungrammatical, but it bears the same relationship to standard English as contemporary Hebrew does to ancient Hebrew.

Frankly, Barack Obama is a standard issue leftist that you would expect of somebody with his particular experience, and he doesn't exactly hide it.

We must neither behave as children by resisting honesty, nor allow ourselves to be treated as children by having honesty withheld.

When we will learn to use our love as a currency to buy the peace, peace will be there.

Eyes, so easily deceived, might judge more rightly with lids closed, allowing ears and heart to remain wide open."from "The Beauty of Ugh

The radiance in some places is so great as to be fairly dazzling . . . every crystal every flower a window opening into heaven a mirror reflecting the Creator.

Dominique as Gail looks at her "... there is a stage of worship which makes the worshiper himself an object of reverence."

Lo! on a narrow neck of land, 'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand. Secure, insensible.

Women trapped in violent relationships need to know that there's no shame in talking out and walking out on their abusive partners.

Love was a dance floor where everyone you loved left a mark behind.

Everything is disposable now: disposable lighters, disposable blades, disposable stars. They inflate you up for one big deal and then they look for someone else.

I always ask my dad why wasn't I a lefty? Even when I was younger I wanted to be lefty. I could have been really good.

God does not always heal us instantly the way we think. He is not a jack-in-the-box God. But God is walking with me through this.