You’re my true north. No compass would point me in any other direction but to you.

I felt bad for trying to live a happy, full life, while my heart was buried in a dead man’s chest.

Mags, I don’t know how many more times I will have to say this, but here it goes. You’re amazing, you deserve the best, and I want nothing more than to be whatever you need me to be.

Feel free to scream, whisper, and everything in between. I want to hear it all.

O love! Poor love! How did you pierce my heart? How did touch my soul?How did you win my mind?The judgmental ever-complaining mind.

Idolatrous beliefs have eroded the foundations of truth. Whether ancient or modern, all have posed alternatives to the biblical way of approaching God.

Do not lose heart, even if you must wait a bit before finding the right thing. Be prepared for disappointment also, but do not abandon the quest.

The gods, if they exist, are just the people who happen to live on the other side.

The road through grief is a rocky one. Traveling along it requires courage, patience, wisdom, and hope.

Custom is a mutable thing; yet we readily recognize the permanence of certain social values. Graciousness and courtesy are never old-fashioned.

Donald Trump is the head of a global power.

Go slow. If you have the time for eight countries, take five. If you're rushed to take five, take three.

I just like a good, honest personality. I like a real person, not somebody who is pretending to be something that they're not. That really annoys me.

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