Never, he said, more softly. For you are mine. My wife, my heart, my soul.
I'm looking to evolve the concept of the new renaissance artist, taking the world by storm through the art of public display and demonstration, with technical savvy, using cell phones and computers.
Deeply happy people are even thankful for the trials and tragedies they pass through.
There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.
Yesterday I was clever, so I took the glory for me. Today He makes me wise, so I give the glory to Thee
Mother is far too clever to understand anything she does not like.
It is man and not the Bible that needs correcting. Greater and more careful scholarship has shown that apparent contradictions were caused by incorrect translations, rather than divine inconsistencies...
Everyone checks out my mom. My mom's hot.
Is that you giggling away to glory?Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story?
He was no god, just an artist; and when an artist is a man, he needs a woman to create like a god.
I can sense your love,why leave me in darkness?Beguile me for your amusement,stealing my soul without kisses. You are the sun and I, the moon. Your beauty is reflected in my eyes.When we are apart, I...