To the seeing eye life is mostly Sparrows.

If a cat does something, we call it instinct; if we do the same thing, for the same reason, we call it intelligence.

Armadillos make affectionate pets, if you need affection that much.

Orangutans teach us that looks are not everything-but warned near it.

The Chameleon's face reminded Aristotle of a Baboon. Aristotle wasn't much of a looker himself.

The Love bird is one hundred percent faithful to his mate-who is locked into the same cage.

The stork is voiceless because there is really nothing to say.

Some people lose all respect for the lion unless he devours them instantly. There is no pleasing some people.

Aristotle taught that the brain exists merely to cool the blood and is not involved in the process of thinking. This is true only of certain persons.

A hermit is simply a person to whom civilization has failed to adjust itself.

We all make mistakes, but intelligence enables us to do it on purpose.

Spreading the Word of Christ and the Kingdom should be our goal as believers

The most important things to remember about back story are that (a) everyone has a history and (b) most of it isn’t very interesting.

I have no respect for gangs today. None. They just drive by and shoot people. At least in the old days like in West Side Story the gangs used to dance with each other.

We have always said actually this isn't about money, it's not about price. This can be an experience. It doesn't have to be about buying something.

In the service, when a man gives you his word, his word is binding. In politics, you never know.

A cloak of invisibility? This is a highly sensitive piece of field equipment. What does he think? Some warlock pulled it out of his armpit?

Music is an important part of my writing process.

Let Jesus preach to you, and and let Jesus heal you. We are all wounded. Everyone.

These are the pieces of my youth, the small secrets and the not-so-great expectations that defined my coming of age.

Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife, and carnage drear, Of Flodden's fatal field, When shiver'd was fair Scotland's spear, And broken was her shield!