This woman could make a saint sin.

It's how we work, " his brother said simply. "I plan. Jake refines. Owen organizes. And you growl and grunt.

He's lost everything once, and now, he wasn't sure if he had anything left to lose.

When the pieces fell around him, he'd pick them up. It was what he was good at, after all. Restoring what was once lost, what could never be perfectly whole again.

Maybe all you needed in life was the belief you could change things. Somehow. Some way.

If in our daily life we can smile, if we can be peaceful and happy, not only we, but everyone will profit from it. This is the most basic kind of peace work.

The saints shall persevere in holiness, because God perseveres in grace.

You are the embodiment of the information you choose to accept and actupon. To change your circumstances you need to change your thinking andsubsequent actions.

Can you see through the night, woman, that you stare so upon it? Man, what sparks do your eyes follow in the smouldering darkness?

When I got my tour card I cried. When I got my first win - and my first pay check - I cried. All these things make me cry.

Literature is an investment of genius which pays dividends to all subsequent times.

We loved killing time and had perfected several ways of doing so. We wandered the hallways carrying papers that indicated some mission of business when in reality we were in search of free candy.

One doesn't bother to believe the credible: the credible is believed already, by definition. There's no adventure of the mind.

Why does every society seem to want to make music when it often seems like kind of a frill.