Smile is the arch of an arrowed heartTears are waters to make pain's life start

We know that in some way, incomprehensible to us, his suffering satisfied the demands of justice, ransomed penitent souls from the pains and penalties of sin, and made mercy available to those who bel...

A joyful mind is a beautiful mind.

Violence can only breed more violence and suffering. Our struggle must remain non-violent and free of hatred.

Uniqueness is like a signature, nobody can forge it's exact copy.

Fantasy, an unflagging optimism is necessary for a writer at all stages of this rough game. A kind of madness is therefore necessary, when there is every logical reason for a state of depression and d...

History is indeed stranger than fiction. The twists and turns of human history are too outlandish for to be believable in any work of fiction.

To the extent to which your consciousness is limited or expanded, is the extent to which you experience being divided or divine.

We cannot afford to let the ideas of our young generation go untapped or unbacked.

The child inside me wouldn't stop crying. Every time it loses something so important to it. A person or a thing it loves the most, I pretend like nothing happened. But I hear it sobbing helplessly ins...

You need a body to preserve your soul, not a set of abstract principles.

We are weak Christians simply because we have refused to be bondservants of Christ

Words can be honed to crafted perfection by the finest wordsmiths. Yet, if we trust solely in the expanse of them to explain this God of ours or articulate our experience of Him, we will have brutally...

The stiletto is a feminine weapon that men just don't have.

Death would be an extremely bad thing like most of us paint it, if being dead were painful.

Hey, the ubiquitous Leak-Cam is to 2010 as the bottom-of-the-screen news ticker was to late 2001: What you're seeing beneath the news anchor or talking head may not actually include any new informatio...

A country which prefers guns to flowers will live the beauty of the flowers only in its graveyards!

I don't want...to run away by myself... because no matter what...I'd rather be together with everyone...

If people aren't on board with your dreams, there is still that one man canoe. Sail on and slay on with it.

The plural of anecdote is not data.