This is my classic story:I am unpredictable,like the rest of us.

She was lovely with eyes that captivated your heart, a smile that drew your mind, and a presence that captured your soul. She was everything you wanted in a girl, and so much more.

The grandeur of the thieving falsity is larceny, the fall of cities.

When disinformation is running rampant, there are two ignorances that may emerge: the one is actually positive, a sort of pure and intentional emptying of the mind; but the other is of course negative...

When you are being judged by someone that has no idea who you are always remember this: Dogs always bark at strangers and usually there is always some wacko neighbor that wants to try out their new gu...

Disinformation is distinguished from misinformation in that it is intentionally fraudulent.

The problem is we are not eating food anymore, we are eating food like products. (Hungry For Change Film)

Liberty is no less a blessing because oppression has so long darkened the mind that it can not appreciate it.

When you think of the condition the world is in now you sometimes wish that Noah had missed the boat.

And what I learned is this: there are places in the world war one feels new, young, and alive again.

Thought and knowledge are natures in which apparatus and pretension avail nothing. Gowns, and pecuniary foundations, though of towns of gold, can never countervail the least sentence or syllable of wi...

even in death, his last breath was poetryexisting in the wind and on the breeze of"it used to be likes" forever remembering,yet never relivinghis lifewill never be what it used to be like.

The school of suffering never graduates any students, so ask God to teach to you the lessons He wants you to learn.

God has provided you with many avenues for obtaining wisdom and averting failure. Resist your inclination to accept advice with easy solutions and to reject help that requires a more difficult path.

From deep within, our spirits are calling for a new and greater global wholeness, global healing, and global opportunity -- the voice is ours, the time is now, and the resources are what we have.

I'm not crazy, I was abused. I'm not shy, I'm protecting myself. I'm not bitter, I'm speaking the truth. I'm not hanging onto the past, I've been damaged. I'm not delusional, I lived a nightmare. I'm...

Boys annoyed her. Girls annoyed her. She should have been a cat.

There is no Them. There are only facets of Us.

Everyone is poor in one way or another, so there is no need to worry of where you belong, we are all rich and poor at the same time.

Isn't it strange how the most lethal cynics are often the most optimistic creative dreamers?