When you have a global mush, people lose their identity, they become pseudonyms, they have no investment and no consequence in what they do.
Art is dedicated echo.
Lips, like roses dropping myrrh.
Men ignorant of letters, studious for their bellies, and ignominiously lazy.
A building without ornamentation is like a heaven without stars.
Freedom rings where opinions clash.
Always remember where we come from, how we got here, and Who led us into the warmth of the sunshine.
Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice and I’ll tell you a story.
The relentless pursuit of perfection has been my problem over the years. It's maybe held me back.