His anguish, he wrote, had multiple sources, from a fear of fame to a fear of failure. Behind the ordinary fears lurked the fear of being ordinary.
His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapolog...
I don't stand for black man's side, I don't stand for white man's side, I stand for God's side.
A homely face does not guarantee a homely character. Appearance is the body, character is the spirit, and the soul bears the most vital qualities.
Every challenge, every adversity, contains within it the seeds of opportunity and growth.
Complacency happens almost without notice. Check and renew your heart daily.
He was no god, just an artist; and when an artist is a man, he needs a woman to create like a god.
Love feeds on deception.
He shall rule, whom they look not for that dwell upon the earth, and the fowls shall take their flight away together:
If we glorify God (not self) in everything we do then everything on earth will glorify God.
I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.