Instead of a river, God often gives us a brook, which may be running today and dried up tomorrow. Why? To teach us not to rest in our blessings, but ….
When I practiced, I practiced to get it right..
Everything was always something but something – and here was the rub – could never be everything..
I've seen Steelheart bleed.
I don't really shout that much..
The asp doth on his feeder feed..
I'm never happy with anything..
Everybody counts or nobody counts.
I choose to be authentic in everything I do.
It can always get worse..
My "me" is God nor do I recognize any other "me" except my God himself..
The flute is a weird instrument, especially when played solo..
What I mean by the common good is that we understand we're all part of something bigger than ourselves, that we live in societies together and must h….
I tasted freedom and I really liked it..
It was joy, joy, happy joy. Happy, happy joy. A big fat smiley sun rose above the rooftops and beamed down its blessings onto the borough known as Br….
Success is always less funny than failure..
Religion is one of the safest places to hide from God..
Being you is the only thing worth spotlighting..
Do not destroy what you cannot create..
The spectacle is capital accumulated to the point where it becomes image..
We live in a society where everything's packaged..