Thiar ain't no sense In gittin' riled!

The delicate thought, that cannot find expression, For ruder speech too fair, That, like thy petals, trembles in possession, And scatters on the air.

A bird in the hand is a certainty, but a bird in the bush may sing.

Don't be too quickTo break bad habits: better stick,Like the Mission folk, to your arsenic.

Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again.

The creator who could put a cancer in a believer's stomach is above being interfered with by prayers.

Never a tear bedims the eye That time and patience will not dry.

If, of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, It might have been,' More sad are these we daily see: 'It is, but hadn't ought to be!'

The dominant expression of a child is gravity.

For the glory born of Goodness Never dies, And its flag is not half-masted In the skies.

Each lost day has its patron saint!

After only a few moments in her presence, he found himself wondering what dragon he might slay for her.

This is unbearable ... God. These books she'll never read. Her Life's Library.

Architecture was always the plan. I always figured I'd just do theater on the side.

Some people pray to a totem pole, some people pray to a sun, some people pray to a god. It all works for them. It all comes back to what you think.

Well I don't write, I attempt to scribble here and there. And no, nothing ever so grand as being published.

I think, back in the day, when I was first starting to make music, all I wanted to do was to get a record deal.

Lord, when my spirit shall return to thee, At the foot of a friendly tree let my body be buried, That this dust may rise and rejoice among the branches.

We were just a one-room bookstore; we didn't have any money for lawyers.

Make sure your desire to do what you're aspiring to do is deeper than just fame and being a celebrity.

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