Places remember events.
All is fair in love, war and tax evasion.
If a little knowledge was a dangerous thing, a lot was lethal.
I don't want to hear what the price of meat is.
I have yet to met a liberal who can withstand the attrition of prolonged discussion of the unessentials.
There's nothing worse than an introspective drunk.
I never want to paint anything just to make a pretty picture. The only reason I do this is because it's an outlet, it's emotional.
I know of a world that is sunk in shame, Where hearts oft faint and tire; But I know of a Name, a precious Name, That can set that world on fire: Its sound is sweet, its letters flame. I know of a Name, a precious Name, 'Tis Jesus.
I am freedom and I will eat your heart
How is it possible for one’s heart to be certain that one is going to meet Allah, that Allah sees and hears all that he does, and knows his secret open affairs, and that he will be made to stand before Allah, answerable for all his deeds - how can one be certain and aware of all of this, and yet persist upon things which displease Allah; persist upon abandoning Allah’s orders, neglecting His rights, and yet claim that he has good expectation of Allah?