I am the catalyst of change!

Be like seeds; do not see dirt thrown at you as your enemy, but as ground to grow.

The tragedy waiting for politicians in future is greater than the gain in politics if it is measured, politicians kill, steal and betray the voters, but at the end they go to early grave, lose their p...

Do you ever wear leather?" the guy asks."What?""Leather. Do you like leather?""It doesn't exactly wipe me out.""I like to see boys in leather."I look at him cool. "Okay," I say, "what is it you want a...

While police officers who blatantly shaft the common people believe that they are God, they are the Devil to those that they wrong.

We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.

When someone is stalking you because they think you are stalking them, it makes you wonder who really is the true stalker?

The idea that one can go to the fossil record and expect to empirically recover an ancestor-descendant sequence, be it of species, genera, families, or whatever, has been, and continues to be, a perni...

The lot of the brideto be wed before beddesired until rotten.The lot of the authorto be read before bedadmired then forgotten.

A great dread fell on him, as if he was awaiting the pronouncement of some doom that he had long foreseen and vainly hoped might after all never be spoken. An overwhelming longing to rest and remain a...

You cannot score a goal when you are sitting on the bench. To do so, you have to dress up and enter the game.

The best traveler is one without a camera.

If you truly have faith in your convictions, then your convictions should be able to stand criticism and testing.

Your biggest failure becomes your best teacher.

When you fall into darkness do not spend all your energy and light rather than to remain in darkness,

The sand in the hour glass isn't meant to stick together. It will flow exactly same today, how it did ten years back. That's how much reliable that stuff is. The stuff that can be consistent.

Please. Put the gun down and we'll talk. A beautiful woman holding a small cannon plays hell with my concentration. Christovao (Chris) Santos, Sanctuary

Her caramel skin and curly beach sand hair spreads in wavy chops like the choppy storm waves on the ocean. Her fluffy rose colored lips glisten with eyes emerald green and almond shaped set deep into...

The baby batScreamed out in fright,'Turn on the dark,I'm afraid of the light.

The past can not be cured.