Poetry...the deepest abyss of infinity.

Ocean waters..oceans deep..Serious poets never sleep.

What you are searching for with love, life will give you.

Do what is uncommon

I can't wait until they don't have me here anymore.

Although I am far too frequently convinced otherwise, with God a dead-end is only the death of an end.

Revolutions are not about trifles but spring from trifles.

God tells us to make a sanctuary of our thoughts in which He can dwell.

I need to get back to work,” Patch said. He gave me a once-over that lingered a bit below the hips. “Killer skirt. Deadly legs.

His forehead was covered by wrinkles brought on by a lot of sun and too much frowning.

What a delightful thing this perspective is!

So first, your memory I'll jog, And say: A CAT IS NOT A DOG