Sickness sometimes is a great blessing. People become angels through sickness.

God does watch over us and does notice us, but it usually through someone else that he meets our needs.

Humility is royalty without a crown.

No amount of rationalizing can change God's laws. No amount of fashion designing can turn immodesty into virtue, and no amount of popularity can change sin into righteousness.

Do it. Do it right. Do it right now.

Real craftsmanship, regardless of the skill involved, reflects real caring, and real caring reflects our attitude about ourselves, about our fellowmen, and about life.

Dream beautiful dreams and then work to make those dreams come true.

I am convinced that each of us, at some time in our lives, must discover the scriptures for ourselves—and not just discover them once, but rediscover them again and again.

There are great challenges ahead of us, giant opportunities to be met. I welcome that exciting prospect and feel to say to the Lord, humbly, 'Give me this MOUNTAIN,' give me these challenges.

The difficulties and hazards of marriage are greatly increased where backgrounds are different

Success is not measured in achievement of goals, but in the stress and strain of meeting those goals

I’ is Absolute

I don't trust humans that always go out to take calls, the way i don't trust humans that hang around bars and refuse to drink.

Totalitarianism is patriotism institutionalized.

sometimes it's better to be with the devil u know than the angel u didn't know

I loved being in a band.

I'm still very careless about my public persona. Not careless so to speak but I'm not one for fame. I think fame is the worst part about it.

They are nonhuman persons. They are not food. If animals matter morally at all, there is one and only one rational response: go vegan. Everything else is just participation in animal exploitation.

Buddha's teachings are scientific methods to solve the problems of all living beings permanently.

We choose to be writers because we don't want to talk.

Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands, Like a new Niobe with claspèd hands, Silent above the flowers, her children lost, Slain by the arrows of the early Frost.