I now wondered if the lullaby of death was not a lovely song, but the droning of flies. If flies and maggots were all Death's handmaidens.
He was no god, just an artist; and when an artist is a man, he needs a woman to create like a god.
Let my silence grow with noise as pregnant mothers grow with life. Let my silence permeate these walls as sunlight permeates a home. Let the silence rise from unwatered graves and craters left by bomb...
Not being happy really is my fear.
Everything around you that you call life was made up by people, and you can change it.
Use your youth to do something useful or unique or ultimate.
It's really kind of cool to have solar panels on your roof.
It is still cheating, even if nobody comes.
Precision, speed, unambiguity, knowledge of files, continuity, discretion, unity, strict subordination, reduction of friction and of material and personal costs - these are raised to the optimum point...
At least I rescued your poor hot dog.
Self-evaluation and assessment should be a major part of our lives as believers