I'm not singing for the future I'm not dreaming of the past I'm not talking of the fist time I never think about the last

When she smiles, the lines in her face become epic narratives that trace the stories of generations that no book can replace.

I know the rules. I've been living here longer than you have."He cracks a smile then. He nudges me back. "Hardly.""Born and raised. You're a transplant." I nudge him again, a little harder, and he lau...

An extreme fearfulness moves through all your body, and your mind is troubled more.

Total Enlightenment is 'Vision without Purpose'.

When someone you love makes compassion, kindness, forgiveness, respect and God an option, you can be sure they have made you an option, as well.

Propounding peace and love without practical or institutional engagement is delusion, not virtue.

In the present case it is a little inaccurate to say I hate everything. I am strongly in favor of common sense, common honesty and common decency. This makes me forever ineligible to any public office...

I can't set my hopes too high,'Cause every hello ends with a goodbye.

A committee is organic rather than mechanical in its nature: it is not a structure but a plant. It takes root and grows, it flowers, wilts, and dies, scattering the seed from which other committees wi...

Quarrels often arise in marriages when the bridal gifts are excessive.

I believe that every human mind feels pleasure in doing good to another.

For every good reason there is to lie, there is a better reason to tell the truth.

I always loved family holidays, and I had this vision and dream as a little girl of having a big family of my own.

Prohibit the taking of omens, and do away with superstitious doubts. Then, until death itself comes, no calamity need be feared.

The Internet is the Viagra of big business.

Abhorrence of apartheid is a moral attitude, not a policy.

The artist belongs to his work, not the work to the artist.

… my joints ache with fatigue, my dried up body trembles toward its own destruction in turmoils of which I dare not become fully conscious, in my head are astonishing convulsions.

{} heart was fathomlessly deep, long acquainted with humility, patience, sacrifice. His little home amid the roses was austerely simple; he knew the worthlessness of luxury, the joy of few possessions...