Not know it was hard

Not knowing it was hard

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.

I tried and failed. I tried again and again and succeeded.[Epitaph from Gail Borden's gravestone.]

The end of all good music is to affect the soul.

We just kept moving back and forth because my mother never had a job. We kept getting kicked out of every house we were in. I believe six months was the longest we ever lived in a house.

All things must pass.

The best way to help yourself is to help someone else.

The pastor ought to have two voices: one, for gathering the sheep; and another, for warding off and driving away wolves and thieves. The Scripture supplies him with the means of doing both.

Our mothers are racked with the pains of our physical birth; we ourselves suffer the longer pains of our spiritual growth.

What I notice about men, all men, is that their order is me, my family, God is in there somewhere, but me is first.

Only the best are bullied.